Definitely less worried about immediately drowning in deeper water, although it probably doesn't mean he's going into that ocean or lake anytime soon. Still, it's an improvement.

Finnick's kisses are always so warm, and the lingering makes it seem as though he's really savoring the feeling of being close, and it makes his chest feel light. Levi follows it with a kiss of his own, brief and sweet, though he doesn't deepen it yet.

"Hmm," he hums, curling hands around the younger man's upper arms again. There's just...something about larger hands on his waist.

"Shark..." the word seems a little unfamiliar to him, but Levi's trying to recall something Erwin or Hange probably read in a book once upon a time. He licks his lips thoughtfully. "Big, lots of teeth, right?"