*Finnick smirks at Gordon*
Finnick: Sure did! And I didn't have to stain my robe, that would've been a travesty. On continental proportions, I might add.
*He looks back at the elf*
Finnick: Ready to go? I'm hungrier than a Fennec in a desert. Unless Gordy here needs something? I get the feeling that the cat doesn't like me.