He wants to be mildly offended for some reason. He really can't make himself be offended for any reason. It's a challenge, and it's an interesting one, and it's relatively low-stakes compared to a lot of the other things he's had to pick up on the fly. Literally, in some notable cases.

Finn just ends up sharply pleased.

He doesn't hate paperwork, strictly speaking. This is more about the principle.

He looks down. Gives one of his lines a sharp twist and a push, pulls a face-- like it somehow passed muster, compared to his other numerous foosball handle pulling experiences that don't exist. Looks back up with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Sounds fair to me."

One ball, two goals. John's red, he's blue. Four handles to worry about. Being on the defensive isn't ideal long-term, but holding the line means more time to figure out flipping the situation.

Could be... fun.