Finnick probably looks like he's trying not to shit himself as Sky pays. His muscles tense up and sweat beads on the back of his neck as he does everything in his power to keep from having an orgasm in the middle of this restaurant. It requires all his focus not to lose that control.

He looks at her warily as she stands up. He knows that as soon as he moves, the toy will shift and cause a barrage of new sensations, and he's already right on the edge. His legs feel weak, too, so standing and walking seems like a big ask.

But there's no other choice. So he takes a deep breath and reaches for her hand, slowly standing with his other hand braced on the tabletop. A very quiet, long moan emits from his throat and he stands there for a moment, braced and still, head hung, before straightening up completely and moving toward Sky. People are definitely staring.