Strangely, Finnick isn't upset that Caspian missed his joke. If anything, it almost comes as a relief because, though he hadn't really been thinking when the words slipped out, back in the Capitol the statement would've been taken as pure invitation.

Just the thought makes Finnick's skin crawl. So he shoves it aside, still squinting at the man -- the king -- sitting casually beside him. It's funny; he doesn't look much like a king.

But then, the closest Finnick's seen to one is Snow, a man who is king in all but name. And this Caspian, thankfully, looks nothing like Snow.

"What about your people?" he can't help but ask, wondering if Caspian's kingdom is as corrupt as Panem. If this man, though he doesn't resemble Snow physically in any way, is as blinded by power. "You don't worry about them?"