It would be quite rude if Eli tied up Finn to prevent the man from escaping. He turned around to say exactly that but froze like a deer in the headlights. Finn was now busy taking off his pants. The flustered priest looked away, his eyes squeezed tight as he clenched his jaw. Would he ever get used to a Finn removing his clothes in front of him? If he didn't know any better, Finn enjoyed agitating him in any way possible. He whipped his head to scold the grown man again despite his raging headache, only to find him on the bed mumbling his last words before succumbing to sleep. Eli paused, staring at Finn's face as he visibly relaxed. There was no crude smirk or predatory smile on Finn's lightly freckled face, giving the criminal a...soft look. "How sweet," he whispered. "Good night." 

He pondered if he should lift and move Finn's lean legs onto the bed. But that would mean he would have to physically touch him. Eli turned beet red. He wouldn't even be able to place Finn properly on the bed! After all, the man was much taller and (probably) heavier and - "Excuses," Eli bitterly told himself, rubbing his forehead. His thoughts churned in his tired brain but in the end, Eli decided against it. If the man had back-ache in the morning or even find himself on the floor, the priest would make sure not to make a single comment. Eli bent down to pick up the discarded pant, folding it and placing it on the desk. Casting one last glance at Finn, he exited the room, softly shutting the door behind him. 

Eli then went into his room, falling to his knees to make a quick prayer before crawling onto his bed. Although he was ashamed that he had made such a cursory prayer, his bed was far more important. By the time his head touched the pillow, he passed out. He dreamed about home, his father, and much to his chagrin, Finn's face would pop up. He muttered in his sleep before tossing over. It was safe to say that the priest liked to move around in his sleep, waking up in odd positions. 

This time, he found himself on his stomach, leisurely sprawled out with his arms underneath him. The morning light shone in his closed eyes, efficiently waking Eli up. He groaned before rolling over to the side before slowly stretching out his body. He cracked his eyes open, staring at the peeling wallpaper. Where was he? Oh yeah, somewhere far out West. As he started to slowly recount his adventure, he ran a hand through his raging bed-head. West. Town. Judge. Gallows. God. [i]Finn.[/i] Eli shot up, scrambling to get to the bedroom next door. He stood there in front of the door, his breath quickening as he reached over to open the door. Finn would be there, right?