[ It's satisfying, 'catching' him, yet it doesn't strike her half as much as the sound that comes out of him. By the Force, that did things to her. For a moment all her senses get from him is pure pain and she relishes in it. ]

Where are you going, Poe? We're not done yet.

[ Her hand lets up on his shoulder as she shifts her position, moving so her knees press into his sides and a hand presses at the back of his shoulder in an effort to keep him down. The other hand grabs his hair to tug his head back, and she hopes it makes that cut near his neck hurt. All the blood he's smearing everywhere draws her gaze and absently she considers those wounds will need to be tended to in some manner. But not right now.

Right now she's more interested in leaning in close, listening to his pulse and his breathing for a moment before her voice comes out low next to his ear. ]

So much fight in you, I love it. Although I seem to remember wanting you to tell me when you could move again, not show me. [ Her hand presses harder on his shoulder though she doesn't reach to outright aggravate the wound. ] Can't say I was planning to put you on your stomach tonight but I can work with this. Perhaps it's a different sort of torture you're wanting, hmm? Tired of being cut and bled?