The plan required a level of cleverness and subterfuge that Finn wasn't really convinced he could pull off. But Poe wasn't on the top of his game either, those pain meds being administered to the man down to the suggested second. So maybe...

At least he could be pretty much sure the blush would be written off as Finn reacting to the game itself.

Finn rolled to gently, the distribution of his weight on the bed with no pressure on Poe very carefully maintained, to straddle Poe's hips and softly push his shoulders back into the pillows.

"You're a little too mobile for that statement."