Staring was never appropiate, Finn had learned that the hard way. Look at a girl for more that 30 seconds and they flip out thinking you're some kind of sick pervert that has somehow managed to undress you with his eyes alone. That had happened to him. Once. It was true that Finn was now an expirienced cassanova, but he didn't turn into one from one day to another. Trial and error had taught him all he knew --or thought he knew-- about women.
Unlike any other subject, the wonders of the women mind was a subjject that never ended. He could study his whole life and still be sure he couldn't comprehend the complexity of the feminine mentality. Despite all that, Finn was a curious student that even without the promise of a diploma in his future, remained intrigued by the female reasoning.
His olive eyes danced along the curves of her body before responding to the scolding."How couldn't I, female?" he barked back, was this going to end in the same boy and girl thing with his female version by the hot springs?