"Finn!" Eli frowned when the lanky man threw out a curse word. He couldn't stop himself from blushing though and promptly looked away. The afternoon passed by with more teasing, blushing, and giggling. A bare but filling supper was served and the two ate in relative peace. Of course, Finn didn't make any real attempt to say grace with Eli. But the priest reminded himself that these things took time and patience. By the time night fell, Finn was visibly uncomfortable as Eli tried not to slump in his seat. Exhaustion was catching up and he felt the first signs of a migraine settling in. 

When Finn said he was going to sleep, Eli instantly shot up before staggering back into his seat again. Hours of sitting with a prim posture had stiffened his muscles. With a muffled groan, he carefully stretched his legs, glancing back at Finn just in time to catch the wild thing stripping. His face flushed a bright red and Eli covered his face with his hands, quite horrified. "F-Finn, stripping in the living room is rude," he hissed. With one hand attempting to cover the sight of a half-naked Finn, Eli stood up and walked over to the bottom of the steps. 

"As much as I'd like to tie you up, no. You're not an animal," he answered with a faint sigh. Eli beckoned Finn to follow with his hand before dashing up the stairs. He muttered a quick prayer to God to help him get through Finn's stubborn brain before opening the spare bedroom door. The room was sparsely furnished with only a bed, a desk, and a chair. "I know it's not much but..." He patted the pillow, turning back to look at Finn. "Better than nothing," he finally said with a weary smile.