Finn swung his legs almost innocently off of the branch, taking a moment to think about that with a much serious facade. "The mortals are... well, alive. They're flawed and messed up but so are we. I think they have a tendency to value their time more because of being mortal if that makes sense. It makes a lot of them better. I think."

It was hard to say, really. His observations haven't been going on for very long humans were constantly surprising him. At least he could admit he knew little about them but he also couldn't help but admire them, in a general sense.

"I don't think I agree with Demeter and Artemis. We should let them do as they please, I agree. It's their lives and their mortality to do with as they wish. But it is our business, literally. What do we do any of this for if not to help the humans thrive? We all share the same space and we all give each other purpose." At this point, he was just thinking out loud, trying to think outside of the original confines he was given.

And that's when he started getting a little self-conscious. Was he rambling? Was he annoying her?