But this is a torture room, it's what you were brought here for. Whatever else would we do here? [ Her tone is somewhat mocking as she replies and she releases her hold on his hair with a light shove. Though she sits up a little her hand doesn't immediately move away, instead briefly taking hold of the collar of his shirt to pull it away from his neck so she can eye the skin, and her fingers seek out the spot at the base of his neck, right at the top of his spine. ]

You know, a slight injury at just the right place can swiftly paralyze a person from the neck down. Enough pressure on a certain bone -- [ said as her fingers pointedly apply a little pressure, feeling the bones so close beneath his skin. ] -- or a cut in just the right place with a blade. The pain doesn't last long, from what I've been told.

[ She sits up fully then, straddling his lower back, and her hands slowly run down his back on either side of his spine, her eyes following the path. ] I hear the traitor survived being sliced open with my lightsaber. Perhaps next time I'll recreate that. Hurt your friends through hurting you, demoralize them with footage of the damage they didn't try to prevent.

Fearless Poe Dameron, heart of the Resistance. [ Chuckling, she leans down again and reaches to lightly grab his throat, half-purposely pressing her hand against the cut. ] Not so fearless now, are you?