"Yeah, sex," Poe replied, admittedly a little surprised that it was Rey who outright said it.

Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised. She had lived in a rough home, but it had still been a free home where people had the chance to live their own lives. Brothels, and other things, were part of that freedom. For some at least. Poe was under no disillusions about the complexities of selling your body as a commodity, in any form.

Finn... Had Finn even been paid for what he had been made to give his life for? Somehow Poe didn't imagine much leave was given to stormtroopers to find entertainment.

"We don't have to rush into that. And I can help you both, guide you..."

They could talk about this all day, Poe realised, but actions were a better way to learn. He leaned towards Rey, not hurrying but not lingering either, and pressed a kiss to her mouth, before leaning over her to reach Finn and do the same to him.

Was that the right move? His eyes darted between the pair as he pulled back again.