"Not lazy, just too busy with thinking; well, in my case it involves thinking, and no no no, don't you dare do the dishes," The Doctor said, waving his hands as he watched her with a frown, but she did it anyway and he huffed, "That's not your job. I do not intend for my slaves to be servants, to be pieces of property to wait on me hand and foot. I am more than capable of handling it on my own, I have done so for many years as a mortal."
He blinked watching her, then shrugged, "Machines are magic in a different sense--you, yourself appreciate both magic and technology correct? Then you can understand the desire for them..."
Then, finally, he smiled, "Well if you do get jealous I might feel pride in knowing you're so attached. That being said, don't be, you'll always be the first."
Leaning forward, hands on either cheek he watched her, "Speaking of your 'dibs', how are those books? Read any yet?"