If that's how you act with the people you're attracted to, it's no wonder you're the Resistance's most eligible choice to marry me.

[ She sounds (and looks) disgusted. Rey is not here to explicitly list out the rules of consent. She's clinging onto anger in place of the acute disappointment that she'd managed to spend her first kiss on Poe Dameron proving he had the huevos to kiss a woman.

And he didn't even know. He didn't even care. Of course he didn't: he didn't know how to slow down on anything. He just pushed right through. It was everything that itched her nerves about him. ]