With a sigh, Finnick stops and sits up, pushing her hands away. His shirt comes off with practiced ease, mustering up a smirk for her that doesn't reach his eyes.

The fact of the matter is, he knows he doesn't have to be charming. He doesn't really have to be anything for her but himself, but sometimes, he's not really sure of what that means. Who is he? What should he do for her?

He pauses as he looks down at her again. This is right, and it's wrong. Leaning down, he tugs her shirt off as well, giving her little choice in that matter.

"You look fake." He's so romantic. A real ladies' man.