Finnick touches his fingertips to it once it's on. It seems to fit perfectly. It feels right, sitting there below his collarbones.

"You're so sweet," he murmurs. It's thoughtful and so kind that he'd include Loki in the gift when he really didn't need to. "And quite the craftsman. I'll wear it with pride. How does it look?"

He smiles softly- his shirt is now way more unbuttoned than it had been at the beginning of the party, and his waistcoat is undone too, since he was feeling sweaty and too stifled. Thus, his chest is pretty exposed.

"Come up to my room," he takes John by the hand. "Your presents are in there." He'll help John carry the snacks and drinks up.