He'd met Inara, briefly, once before, and he's seen her, in passing, since. There was something about her that reminded him of the Capitol. Not in the sense of affectation or artifice, but because of a poise and grace in her bearing that's incredibly rare in the districts. It was rare enough in the Capitol, where money and extravagance so often doubled for class.

It was more than that, though. There was sensuality, subtle enough that it would be hard for most to identify but Finnick could spot it because he wore sensuality like a coat most of the time himself. Especially in and for the Capitol.

Her voice, though, had none of the forced breathiness of the Capitol, so he gave her an easy smile.

"There's nothing to apologize for. I was just trying out some ideas."