Eli blushed at Finn's comment, looking away as he muttered something incomprehensible. He didn't have to fight his sheets in the morning! He could get out of bed just fine. Finn began to rummage through the pantry, pulling out a peach before setting himself down besides Eli. He briefly wondered if he should eat something as well, but then another wave of pain hit him and he lost his appetite. Eli never ate that much anyways which was probably why he was so skinny in the first place. The priest shifted his body away from the other, trying to avoid him. Then Finn started talking as if he were good friends with Eli, if not a mentor and pupil relationship.
Strangely enough, Eli gradually started to face Finn as the man continued to talk. Curiosity always got the best of him in the end. Eli didn't know anything about fighting and Finn seemed like the type to know about that sort of stuff. "Of course Finn would be good at fighting!" He mentally lectured himself. The man was a criminal!
His eyes followed Finn's hand movements that pointed out the various "cheap shot" areas. Eli made a note to stick his fingers into a person's eyes if he ever needed to defend himself in the future. He had no doubt that problems would arise. However, when Finn patted his groin, Eli quickly looked the other way. "Is that so?" He said, his face still red. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks," he quickly added before peering at Finn. "You must have had a hard life, huh?" He suddenly asked. "Knowing all of that..." He coughed awkwardly before reverting back to his more 'priestly' ways. "I suppose you should start your confessions now...or maybe later?"