[Are they done?

Dameron was the one who invited him here, apparently to inform him he's earned a special treat for being good, and supposedly that's what it means to have principles. If you're Poe Dameron.

Kylo blinks up at him, irritable with mild confusion and the sense he's being patronised.]

You can call it whatever you like. I did something I wanted to, something I knew was necessary, and I made use of the resources at my disposal. Do you think it matters to me whether or not you think I've been good? Am I supposed to be grateful for your approval? Or is it the prize of some vague, unspecified favour from you that's supposed to be enough of a reward to condition my behaviour.

[His chin tips up a fraction further. His eyes narrow. Dameron's likely the delivery of one last parting shot and an irritable curse under his breath away from shooting off into the night on his flying rug, so Kylo gives him this to take with him:]

Why did you ask me here, Dameron? You know you have nothing of value to give me in payment even if I required it of you.