Judge stood next to Lucifer, both watching Finn from behind, clearly uninterested in what was happening. Finn was merely sitting there, lazily running his hand over the white sheath of his mother's sword like it was the most exciting thing in the world.
Babysitting Finn was like watching paint dry, except the paint at least had the decency to eventually dry. "Ah, yes. Nothing says 'I'm pondering the universe' like stroking a sword sheath for an hour. Truly, Finn was a master of deep thought— or maybe just deeply bored." Judge ridiculed him internally
"You look after him," Judge said with an indifferent wave of his hand as if delegating the task of babysitting an adult. And Judge was clearly not cut out for babysitting, if he did, he knew the baby was never gonna go back to their parents, since there wouldn't be any 'babies' left, he was that bad.
