Finnick smiled charmingly at her when she moved her hand down far enough that they actually made eye contact. If he was being completely honest -- which he never was -- he would have preferred something boring himself, but boring never really seemed to be in the cards for him.

"When I feel like it," Finnick said with a lazy rise and fall of his shoulders, or rather, when it was expected of him. He'd simply given up arguing with it. Besides, when it came to swimming, he did prefer to simply be emerged in the water, to feel it against his bare skin. There was something strange about the need to put an extra barrier between them and the sea.

"Well, I don't usually get too many complaints," Finnick admitted, still smiling.