"I think I have some idea," Poe smirked, but took the cue, and (with some shimmying, given the fact he was pinned down) managed to pull his shirt off, and toss it somewhere off the bed. He reached down, rubbing Finn's hair with warm gusto.

"You're wrong, though. I'm the luckiest person in the galaxy, and I am more than willing to fight you, on this."