John is, understandably, a little distracted by having Finnick stroking his hair and pressing close and using that tone he can’t resist—the one that always makes him melt. So it takes a second for him to find the words to answer with a shy smile.

“Well, uh—depends if you still want a break before getting frisky.” He replies, nuzzling Finnick’s cheek. “It’s uhm…something you get to sit back and enjoy while I unwrap it for you.”