He was definitely going to collapse. Eli's vision wavered and he was sure that he was going to be killed while unconscious. After all, he wouldn't put up much of a fight if he was out. But then again, Finn could easily overtake him. Eli was small and frail, two things he didn't want to be right now. His soul would go to Heaven and then he would surely regret saving Finn Casey in the first place. What in the world possessed him? Was he that certain he could convert this man? He was being too prideful of his skills. Eli would have to pray for forgiveness later. 

While he was downright frightened of the criminal, he was more uncomfortable about how...open Finn was with that sort of [i]stuff[/i]. And when Finn mentioned his confessions, the priest began to tremble again. He had dealt with his fair share of off people back in Massachusetts but he was sure no one had murdered anyone. The people who suffered from lust often went to his father for advice and confessions, since he was too young. The convict began to wave his hands, shaking his head as his lips were pulled into a tight smile. He seemed amused after witnessing Eli's reaction. 

The man pushed himself off the table, throwing a firm pat against Eli's back. The priest stumbled forward from the impact, wincing as he straightened himself out. Finn had mentioned he had gotten lucky - but what exactly did he mean by that? Eli bit his lower lip as placed his hand on the table for support. "And what do you exactly mean by that? I may be tinier than you, but I...I can fight," he stammered, lying straight through his teeth. Eli would definitely make sure to pray extra hard. He looked away, his eyebrows scrunching together in thought before glancing back at Finn. "And I don't get wound up easily. It's just...I'm not familiar with those type of things." He paused, almost ready to slam his forehead against the table.