Eli didn't say anything lest he erupt into a speech about the bad influences of alcohol. He never drank before but he'd seen people act out of character because of it. He didn't particularly enjoy having someone project vomit on him nor did he want to deal with groping hands. Gazing at Finn with a rather defeated look, Eli was almost tempted to go out and buy a muzzle and leash for Finn out of spite. "I would never do that to you," he defensively replied as if he wasn't thinking about it. "I just hope your idea of 'fun' doesn't get me killed." Eli smiled weakly.

"Look," the priest suddenly began, leaning in a bit to firmly stare at Finn. "At least try to cooperate with me until..." He paused, trying to search for the right words. Would the Judge even let Finn out of the sights? Eli was certain the man would have Finn in the gallows again at first chance. Eli would've like to take Finn out of the house but now he was frightened that the man would do something both of them would regreet. "Please?"