[ The fact that catches him off-guard both does and doesn't surprise her. It's far from the first time she's seen such a reaction in a man. Amazing how prowess in the Force or on the field of battle they might scarcely blink at, but turn that to matters more intimate, to behavior more typically thought of as masculine, and suddenly they were shocked and appalled. Kylo's in a good enough mood to not have it grate on her nerves -- which most certainly is to Poe's benefit, even he might not consider anything to be at present.

Her lips press together in another smirk, a brow arching at the expression on his face. It's almost cute, really. A trace of innocence soon to wither and die. ]

As if that even slightly matters. Particularly at this point in time.

[ When he tries to pull out of her grasp she only tightens her grip, giving a slight tug in return to keep him close. Kylo shifts her position in the throne, sitting more properly with feet flat on the ground, legs parting so he stands between them, taking away another small bit of space that remains between them. She leans forward, purposely putting herself almost nose-to-nose with him to make him uncomfortable, her dark eyes on his. ]

Protest all you like, it's not going to help in that any more than when it comes time for me to sink a blade into you. What bothers you? The worry that I might be right about that too? That you might learn to crave me, need me? Sounds like a fun experiment. To see how long it takes before no means yes without my powers swaying your mind.

Of course, I think I've already proved I can make your body obey me without affecting what you really think... [ Her other hand moves then, splaying upon his stomach, and there's something almost threatening about what could otherwise be a relatively innocent motion. ]