"Tech, put a shirt on!" You scolded him, blushing slightly after you walked into his work room only to find him working on another droid shirtless. He had spilled motor oil on his favourite shirt so he had left it to dry after it had been through the wash.

"I'm busy." He muttered in reply, not looking up from the droid.

"You have other shirts!" You say, facepalming.

"I do not see an issue here." Tech replied pompously, rolling his eyes and brushing some dust off of his six-pack.