Poe bit down the "well, duh" that threatened to leave his mouth. The ridiculousness of the question also helped cool down his body warmth. He grumbled, tilting his head back...

... allowing him to see his very amused twin at the doorway.

"I was wondering why you two were late for dinner." She mused. "And here I thought you didn't like him, Poe."

Poe made an embarrassed, gruntled noise. It would've have been impossible to pull the "It's not what it looks like" excuse when he'd been trying to get Scrooge to straddle him mere seconds ago. "I can be wrong. Sometimes."