Ben didn't need a good excuse to take off his shirt.
Any old excuse would do.
He rolled his eyes but sat up and pulled the filthy thing off. But he was so damn tired that he struggled and ended up wriggling out of it, then tossed it to the floor. When she mentioned that his pants would have to go too, he made a face similar to her's. For a different reason. "I didn't bring clothes with me, you know." As if he ought to be worried about being practically naked in her room. No one would walk in.
Well. Hux. Dameron.
Hm. Maybe he ought to leave his things here. Ben shuffled out of his pants too. "I'm not hiding. I just- did you just try to Force-push my pants off?" He chuckled, grateful that he'd caught that. Leaning over after he kicked his pants over his ankles and to the floor, he grinned and spread himself out on the bed. It did feel good to not have to wear dirty clothes and now that he could, he made himself comfortable in her bed. "Heat isn't my problem." He sighed. "What if we don't get our Force powers back?"