Poe laid there, silently. Well, it's all he could do really. Being strapped down to a table as prisoners usually are. Shit, he was so close. Now, he just sits and waits for the masked man to come through those doors. He collects himself as he hears it open.

"Change of plans." An unfamiliar voice chimes in, the clack of his boots echo in the cold room. He circled Poe before finally meeting him with a seemingly permanent scowl. He was wearing a high-ranking suit, for sure. He was also sure by those hideous pants he wore, they did his glutes no justice. But those boots that caught him made his calves look otherworldly. The man before him coughs, his attention was snapped back to his hard eyes. They were framed by his ginger head and his slicked back, red ginger hair. He hated to admit it, but it lit a fire inside of Poe.

"Kylo Ren has found himself busy, and has asked me to…deal with you." His voice rung like a snot nosed bitch with an enormous sense of superiority and even larger ego. Poe loins lit ablaze at the thought of what else was enormous on him. Poe keeps his compute and looks into him. He wasn't just going to spill everything because they had locked him away in some giant death contraption, with an evil carrot top, just waiting to get a bite taken out of him.

Snap out of it, Poe! This is business. The red haired man look him up and down. "I haven't the time nor the patience to deal with your silence. So, for times sake, I'm going to skip to my favorite part," he pauses and graphs from a trooper a tool that zapped and buzzed with electricity and turned back to Poe, " the drastic measures." His eyes glint with an enlightened, gingery fury as Poe's widened with fear. "Looks like you have something to say." Comments the man. Poe lifts his chin and tightens his lips, there was no way this new order bullshitter is going to get a peep out of him.

He mans gaze hardens with something that changed the atmosphere. Changed it into something hot, intense, fiery like the fucking gingerbread he was. He excuse the storm troopers. "Well, well." He puts the shocking tool down onto a slab of so ding with scattered materials on it that sent shivers up his

spine. "You've got more in you than I imagined. I wonder what else spectacular you're hiding from me." Poe's heart jumped and raced as he began to sweat from the sheer hat between them. "How about we do ourselves a favor, pilot?"

"What sort of service?" He blurted out suddenly, wetting his lips in an effort to calm himself. Just then, the man leans over him, placing either hand on the edges of the table where Poe laid, to get right in his face. The sweltering electricity turned into a much clearer storm of lust as lightening bounced off their eyes and into each other. It serves as a message they both understood. Poe clenched his sweaty fist, his chest tightened as he tried to refuse this, this compulsive need. But the volcano inside of him, ripe with longing and desire was ready to combust.

"How about we have a good time before we have to do anything, unsavory." He purrs finally lifting up, but slowly. It allowed Poe to breathe in the swarm of thick air between them. He had a gingery, fiery urge inside him. He was ready to blow.

"I'll do anything I have to." He whispered. Then, the man sweetly began to take off those horrid pants, Poe was relieved. As if he was unwrapping a hot sushi roll, ready to be devoured. It being so hot that Poe will skip the wasabi, and go straight for the ginger. He gasped as he saw something that answered two questions at once. One of them being, yes, the carpet did match the drapes. It looked like curly Sriracha noddles waiting to be slurped up.

Before it could go any further, the intensity was was sucked out of the room at the door suddenly opening to a tall, dark figure with a mission. He barely had time to stop as he roars: "HUX I CAN HEAR YOUR GAY THOUGHTS ALL THE WAY ACRO- HAHA YOUR ASS IS SO WHITE!" He starts laughing maniacally as the red haired man's face turns the color of his hair. He situated himself and his pants quickly before meeting the masked man outside. Poe leaned his head back with a sigh. Well. Any thoughts that could have been interrupted washed away at a storm trooper entering the room spouting something about rescuing him. At least Poe can use this boner energy to good use.