"Yeah, we'll make a night of it? Maybe not see just one movie?" He didn't mind the idea, after all. It wasn't like they had a curfew or anything. He was pretty sure Clarke wouldn't worry too much. Maybe.
Finn paused their little walk when she sounded so doubtful. He set down the basket for a minute and stepped back from her, but didn't let go of her hand. He gave her a long cursory look, and didn't bother to shield the hormonal build of lust that might have darkened his eyes just a little bit. "Yes. I do. I think you'd be a perfect muse."
Stepping closer, he drew her hand up to his lips. But instead of kissing her knuckles, he turned it up so he could kiss her palm. A little more intimate, and a little more risky, than her knuckles, sure, but he wanted to get his point across. "Skin smooth and silky as fresh milk." He murmured against her palm.
He moved on to kiss her wrist, and follow up her arm, Gomez Adams style, but slower. Then kissed her cheek, only lingering so that his lips brushed over as he spoke. "You definitely have beautiful eyes, and lips that I've been dying to kiss since we met." Pulling back just a little, he gave her a lopsided grin. "There's a whole long list that I have playing in my head, but I'd better keep it clean." It was a little tease.