Finn thought if she started bending over to pick things up, he'd spontaneously combust within seconds. Especially in those pants. Instead of saying that, though, he sighed and held up his hands. "All right, all right. I concede defeat. You were right, I was wrong. So," he said and ran a hand through his hair, "how about you close things up while I go up and change into something more appropriate than dressing as a bartender?"