Catching Fire Favorite Quote #5;
"No thanks," I say to the sugar. "I'd love to borrow that outfit sometime, though."
He's draped in a gloden net that's strategically knotted at his groin so that he can't technically be called naked, but he's about as close as you can get. I'm sure his stylist thinks the more of Finnick the audience sees, the better.
"You're absolutely terrifying me in that getup. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?" he asks. He wets his lips just ever so slightly with his tongue. Probably thinks this drives most people crazy. But for some reason all I can think of is old Cray, salivating over some poor, starving young woman.
"I outgrew them." I say.
Finnick takes the collar of my outfit and runs it between his fingers. "It's too bad about this Quell thing. You could have made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted."
"I don't like jewels, and I have more money than I need. What do you spend all yours on anyway, Finnick?" I say.
"Oh, I haven't dealt in anything as common as money for years." Says Finnick.
"Then how do they pay you for the pleasure of your company?" I ask.
"With secrets," He says softly. He tips his head so his lips are almost in contact with mine. "What about you, girl on fire? Do you have any secrets worth my time?"
For some stupid reason, I blush, but I force myself to hold my ground. "No, I'm an open book." I whisper back. "Everyone seems to know my secrets before I know them myself."
He smiles. "Unfortunately, I think that's true." His eyes flicker off to the side. "Peeta is coming. Sorry you have to cancel your wedding. I know how devastating this must be for you." He tosses another sugar cube in his mouth and saunters off.