He heard the terrible dialog, along with the beginning of the...interrogation. But his eyes were strictly on Poe. He'd known it was a trap, he'd known, but he hadn't really expected that. The entire thing hit slightly too close to the idea he'd had during their first (more or less failure of a) time together. Poe in the chair...

Finn cleared his throat and shifted his gaze to the ceiling, trying hard to ignore both his near painfully hot blush and another inconvenient physical reaction. One that hadn't really had a chance to totally go down from Poe's earlier activities before this started. His voice comes out a little deeper than he'd like, but he tries.

"I, ah..not sure I believe you."