Well, there's plenty of things that Finnick knows that Levi doesn't, and he sounds competent when he talks about it. He's passionate, and most importantly doesn't talk down to Levi for not being familiar with the weirdass things in the ocean. So: it's a nice experience, really.

By now, it's probably fairly clear that Levi does rather enjoy kissing, especially taking his time. There are times when he gets overwhelmed with a shower of them, but much of the time, he's happy to do it at a leisurely pace. The kisses are a nice distraction from starting to overthink things, the wandering hand seems to be a little more relaxing now than anything. Levi leans a little more of his weight into Finnick, pressing closer, leaning in to leave something lighter, softer, sweeter on his lips.

"Good..."

He nudges at Finnick's jaw with the bridge of his nose.

"Take us to the edge. Probably weighing your neck down." And he's tired of floating around without supporting his own weight, for now.