"Pretty sure that's mutual," he said, wryly. "If you owed me anything, you already paid it back."

Well. Except one thing.

"I know I'm breaking protocol with this," he murmured, arms still around her, even though he could actually see her face, now, etched in the warm fire light. "But I am pretty sure protocol is right out the window, so."

He wet his lips.

"I'm Poe. Dameron. You can call me whatever you want, but... at least this way if something horrible happens you'll be able to scrawl my name on a cheap make-shift grave marker."