There were more innuendos in this conversation than Finn even knew what to do with, and though there were about seven thousand ways he could have said it, this time he shook his head and laughed. If someone didn't slow the innuendo train down somewhere, he really wasn't sure where they might end up. They might just talk themselves off a metaphorical cliff.
"Alright, well maybe not worried," Finn said, meeting her gaze when she grinned up at him that way. At 5'11 he was much taller than people usually thought he was without a direct reference, and she definitely had to look up at him. "Because even if I tell you all my secrets, you just listed about sixteen other reasons to keep me around. Factor in the fact that you're no dummy, and of course you're going to. There's really no downside."
Then he grinned at her, deviously. Okay, he couldn't help just one more, when it came to him. "But if there were, I could still talk you into it anyway," he bragged. "Man with the golden tongue, right here."