It was as if the words had been formatted exactly for Poe - and they were, really, because it was hard to pull them away from the original moment they were given in, and just the memory of how Finn had looked then made his blood rush straight south.

"Yes'sir," he groaned, kissing him hard one more time before pulling back, grabbing Finn's hand, and dragging him up off the bed, staggering back towards the washroom.