Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
"I was wondering that too." A slow smile, the evolution of an orchid unfurling. "Throw a party." His eyes were dark. They weren't warm, but they were friendly, almost avid. They stared down at the young man (they were two or three inches apart) intently, unblinking. The slow smile kept going, widening out at the corners, showing at the edges. He wasn't as quick to get so close to Finnick as Finnick was to him, stopping actually two feet away and letting the other one come into his space.
He put out a hand. It didn't go quite right, didn't meet right there in the middle like it should, but he realigned his grip and the two young men shook hands. "I'm Rhys," he said, fluid, calm.
Almost leisurely, he shifted his weight from one Nike to the other, not breaking his gaze. "Which one of these crazy doors are you from?"