[Finnick locks and chains the door as soon as they get inside. It's not a great room, but it's at least somewhere (hopefully) safe to lay their heads. It's been a long day.]

Not at all.

[Finnick has shared many a bed, to the point where it hardly feels intimate to him. Though, he does still get a few butterflies as he sits on the other side of it and begins to take off his boots and gear.

The military uniform is not very comfortable, so he takes all of it off, leaving himself in his boxer-briefs as he crawls under the bedcovers. He's very comfortable with wearing little clothing, though he hopes it doesn't throw the other man off. The bed is at least clean and comfortable. He faces Hythlodaeus and smiles sleepily, the warm soup in his belly and the presence of the other man making him feel relaxed.]

I've slept in way worse places.