Finn's head tick-tocked in thought. Eli wasn't as good with conviction as he'd hoped, at least not to the redhead. The priest was undoubtedly strange to him, his way of life not only a wonder but their exchanges thus far. Strange, for a man to both give him a mercy no one else would dare and all the while find the nerve to change him. It would take more than a bible lesson or a sugary sermon or a dose or two of kindness his way for Finn to strap himself down alongside the rest of humanity, find a sense of decency and behave himself. Of course, it didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy Eli's helpless pleadings, the glint of fear in his eyes each time he felt the metaphorical leash slipping from his most holy hands. Perhaps it was cruel of him to test Eli's faith in him to contain himself, but regardless of that it was just about the only thing Finn could delight in.

“Huh, [i]please[/i]? Well, that's awful polite of 'ya.” The man's jaw rolled back and forth, wagering in his mind just exactly what was in it for him. It had been some time since he'd gotten fresh air, even the lowliest of men needed it from time to time. Stuffed up in a dingy cell wasn't his idea of living, and while Finn didn't define it by living in solidarity alongside a priest it sure as hell was better than rotting away behind bars. Maybe there were perks of going along with Eli's order, if it earned him a reward from time to time Finn pieced together a plan of bribery. A win-win agreement wasn't all that deviant of him, now was it? If they both got what they wanted. “And say I [i]do[/i] go 'long with what you want. On occasion. What exactly you got in mind to repay me with to keep me...ah, [i]'interested'[/i] with the Lord? 'f I make you look like Christ himself to all these bastards who wanted me dead, as if you actually [i]know[/i] what you're doin', don''t you think that earns me something too? Or are you interested in seein' 'my idea of fun'? It's only fair."