Finn walked with the gait of a lazy feline. He wound around the house, picking and prodding the modest setup with dwindling curiosity. It would have been easy to slip out of the house, to simply unlatch the door and make a mad dash down the dusty road. But where would that lead him? Without a weapon and a sense of direction, no motive and no connections Finn was about as helpless as...well, as someone like Eli. Of course, excluding the sense of wit that came with years of escaping the clutches of the law. It wasn't in him to be especially patient, but patience was going to help him survive if he expected to be back on his feet again rather than hanging from the end of a rope. 

"You're allowin' me an option? Hnn..." Finn scoffed, perching his palms around the tabletop and leaning like a faulty post what with how tall and narrow he stood. A feigned look of thought passed through two furrowed brows, head tick-tocking to the side as he thought. "You ain't gonna let me do half'a what I want, will ya? Won't let me drink nothin' either. Nothin' wrong with it too, like you Christ lovers think." 

Then, puffing a sigh he twist one of the chairs around and planted himself backwards on it with folded arms atop the backing and even perched his chin atop one of his wrists. It was Eli's game now, the calm before the storm that Finn had already begun to brew up in his mind. "You gonna parade me round muzzled and leashed when you take me out places? Dress me up all proper too? Or am I the homebound sort for now?" Finn should have been bitter. Should have roused up his anger like any other jaded man strapped down and chained to a lawful fate. Somehow, Finn took it in stride, with a much more apathetic nature for it all. "Fool Judge thinks he can break me? Huh, I find fun anywhere I go."