Jason's eyes narrow, for smile the and for the words that follow it, and he shakes his head. "None that you wanted." To be celebrated for murdering other children, it's something to be endured, not asked for, and he can't bring himself to believe that Finnick would enjoy that. As for the others, these admirers that taught him to smile like that, flirt like that...Jason can't believe Finnick desired them, either.

"Someone that knew you."