Finn stole glances of the kneeling priest. How his head bowed and his hands clasped in prayer as if God Himself was standing over him. His knuckles so white to the point that Finn half expected them to pop clean off of his hands if he hadn't finished his prayer and stood from the hard floor. The man probably did that throughout the day based on his little pattern today. It seemed every time his soul was disturbed he was falling to the ground in hopes that God would rescue him from whatever horrendous plight fell upon him. It was strange to Finn but all the while amusing, and perhaps if he stayed longer than originally intended he could make a game of 'black-and-blue' with the poor priest's knees. Seems that he was off on a good start.

But by now Finn was all smiles. Even a pinch of amused sympathy for the smaller one when he finally stood. He looked terribly exhausted, even more so than a man about to be hanged.  With a sun-red  face that soon deepened in color, a tired posture and a wavering voice, Finn predicted that Eli would topple over in both frustration, exhaustion and embarrassment at the slightest gust of breeze. He gave Eli the 'once-over' with his eyes in a much less daunting manner, his shoulders jumping once as he exhaled another chuckle and his long arms folded over his chest in a way that showed Eli that if he didn't mean any harm before, he certainly wouldn't now aside from a good laugh. When Eli soon demonstrated all the tell-tale signs of a classic virgin things got much more amusing for the orange-haired fiend. 

He threw up his arms at chest level, waving his hands as if to stop Eli in his tracks. With a shake of his head, his thin eyes pinched shut and a tight smile, he couldn't help but withhold the other from burying himself alive in his own fluster. If he expected any company at all or the chance of eating later on it wouldn't be wise to have the man toppling over and unconscious from his lewdness. Not yet, at least. “I'm talkin' about marriage 'n you're lookin' like your soul just jumped out of your body. Well, I'm gonna feel mighty sorry for you when it comes time for me to confess."

The sentiment seemed as honest as it could be for someone like Finn. Pushing himself away from the table and moving past Eli to scout out more of the kitchen, he threw a firm pat against Eli's back. "Boy, it doesn't take much to wind you up. I sure got lucky."