Redhawk Caldera blake's got a new face.

LET'S DO THIS. *breaks out the wine*

She was skeptical, of course, and he could hardly look at her with a straight face. Every word out of his mouth had been a ridiculous lie, all formulated with one purpose: to make her laugh. Finley wasn't cracking up like he hoped she would, but he was pleased enough when she poked fun at the nickname he had given himself. It hadn't been his best stroke of comical genius, that was for sure.

"Okay, yeah, that was pretty bad," he admitted, laughing as he spoke. "I can't always be on point!" Elwood rolled his eyes, and just as the words left his mouth, Finley loomed closer to his face. He was surprised by her proximity and his expression sobered suddenly as she lightly tapped her nose against his. His eyes met her -- and nearly crossed in the process -- and then, just as quickly as she had closed the gap between them, she was retreating again. She returned to her spot in the snow, and he gazed at her quietly for a moment.

"So..." he began, licking his lips thoughtfully. "Tell me something about yourself. I mean something serious," he clarified. It was time to actually get to know Finley Blackthorn, beyond the teasing and the jokes.