Ah, so it was Plan A: everything they talked about in the ruins and couldn't do. Finn's heart beat suddenly kicked up exponentially, a large rush of blood needed between his legs just at the thought of the things Poe had said then and since.

He held up his hands in surrender, only a small tremor in them thanks to his rapid pulse and breath. Fuck. Poe might be able to just get him off on promises alone at the point.

"All yours."