So, Eli was abandoned by his own parents. Finn nearly whistled in awe over the fact that even his own mother could give her babe up as easily as a father could, but he saw how rigid Eli grew over the subject. If it bothered him, Eli was certainly lying to himself, and Finn kept his mouth sealed. Wasn't anything worse than stopping low about it; Finn made no comment aside from a wordless, somber nod and a quick jump to talking about his adoptive father. "Your Pa- your Father, must've been good to you. He as nervous as a rabbit like you are? You're mighty preachy in a crowd but as soon as I get you alone you're nothin' but shivers. All bashful, like a lady!"

Was there something to growing in a religious bubble his whole life that made Eli so...flighty for the refuge of prayer as soon as anything distasteful was brought up? Shooting down on his knees as if the second coming was happening and Christ Himself was knocking at the door. Did it calm his nervous soul down, truly? Finn had never seen such a thing in his life. It was endearing, oddly, that he couldn't wrap his mind around it. 

"And don't you ever fancy yourself a woman? Anyone? Don't you priests get lonely about not wifin' a lady all your lives let alone bein' able to have one for a night?" Usually Finn would've been all teasing towards the poor little man, storming up laughter at the sight of him cherry-faced and stumbling at the mention of a woman. But oddly, he found himself more curious over the fact and perhaps it was one of the more genuine questions all afternoon. He'd had a wild go with a string of lovers as quick as he learned how two bodies worked, and in the mix of them all had taken up a few males too shameful to look him in the eye come morning. Supposing Eli would drop dead at the idea, Finn kept it to himself.