That was not in his head. Finnick's message was loud and clear and in spite of the fact that Cam could feel his body responding both with an increasing heart rate and below the waist, he tried to keep a cool, collected facade firmly in place. He'd had guys flirt with him, a little, but they never seemed to realize they were doing it. This was new. This was intentional. "Yeah..." he agreed dumbly, drawing the word out a little before he shook his head. "I mean, no, I...I mean yeah, I know there's other ways I can contribute. I just wasn't...I didn't mean..."
And the award for biggest babbling idiot goes to... Cam thought miserably.