Hux & Poe
Hux wasn't so tight-lipped at the moment. It wouldn't take much to needle an answer out of him. He looked down at his drink, watching the ice rattle about as he swirled his cocktail. "I do."
At the start of their conversation, Hux had indeed wondered why Poe would bother to speak with him in the first place. The pilot had been pretty dead set on ignoring him upon his arrival. And now, he wouldn't even take the invitation to leave. Hux was beginning to believe that nothing had changed and Poe still very much saw him as an adversary. But Poe more than likely wanted answers as badly as Hux did, so perhaps briefly tolerating one another would mutually benefit them in the end.
"I was just curious. That's all." His tone made it clear that he didn't particularly want to get into the details. He certainly didn't want to get into a finger-pointing match here at the drink table.