They'd had a suite before, and Poe didn't doubt that Rey had told Finn so. Poe probably wouldn't have told him anyway, because there was no real point in comparing this Finn to the other one and ruining the mood.The same way that Poe wasn't going to immediate out and say that the mood lighting was courtesy of his husband who was genuinely very thoughtful some days. Most days. It wasn't something he'd keep secret, but he wasn't out to rub anything in either.
Poe shifted, pulling his arm back and tipping his hand upward until their fingers brushed instead. Then, without much warning, he flopped back on the bed too. "You think so?" He asked, bemused. "I don't know, I just go with whatever seems to be working most days."