It's somewhat enchanting, to realize that someone else could respond to him like this. Granted, Levi's never really thought much about it beyond Erwin or Hange - had never really thought about it before them, either. The sound of Finnick's light laugh is nice against the ambiance of the pool, steam rising, a soft trickle of water from somewhere nearby, the distant sound of wind through trees.

"It is," he mumbles back softly.

By now, he's probably backed Finnick up enough onto a seat of rock somewhere to give himself a slight height advantage. At some point, he does shift a little closer, close enough for his thigh to brush against something noticeably -- well, firm.

It's wonderful that Finnick is trying to match him beat for beat. The trouble is, Levi's pace can sometimes only be described as glacial.

If he knew what that was.

All right, so it's hardly surprising, given they're buckass naked in a pool of steaming water, and have been barely talking more than kissing since they'd arrived. It's not as though Levi hasn't felt little tendrils of arousal himself, but he's definitely not this far along (which probably isn't even as much as it seems, but all he's got is his leg to go on).

He licks his lips, clicking his tongue a little - it's more teasing than anything, especially as he presses his leg a little closer.

"Already got you going there, huh?"