He started to smile - just faintly and mostly in the eyes - at her retort but then she went on and his lips pressed together and down at the corners while he thought what to say. "I can't... you know how I feel about it," he said, eyes on her shoulder somewhere. Then he meets her gaze abruptly, lifts a finger to just barely brush her skin next to the stitches. "How do you expect me to be properly mad right now?" he asked. "I'd have to let you go for that." He clearly wasn't willing to do that, and she could see that he was perturbed by it. Setting his temper aside - successfully, no less - was a strange and confusing thing for Finn.