[Mink leans forward, not back, as Finch steps into his space. He’s confident and careful. If he had to guess, the blonde was turning it up to seduce him. He didn’t need that. Mink was already interested.]

Is it a lack of self-control. Are you afraid you won’t be able to stop?

[Mink lifts a hand, runs his fingers down Finch’s throat and presses his palm just above his collarbones. He uses the placement to push him back towards the wall. The touch is light. Finch could easily get out of it.] And what is it you want out of all this?

Just to eat.

[His fingers flex.]

Tell me.