Not very. It's a combat droid so it's meant to take a serious beating.

(Granted, there were always improvements to be made. Brobot's core was made of sturdier stuff than traditional metals. It was far more future-tech than it might have appeared. There were other droids in the house, but they were probably somewhere in the backyard having another epic rap battle.

Dirk stares back at Savage after he's laid out the rules. Dirk was more than a Type A personality. If he didn't feel like he had absolute control and jurisdiction over a situation? Yeah, no. That just didn't happen. It wasn't an option.)

No. (He wished though.) Works for me. No means no. Clear enough stipulation.

(Dirk might develop more rules later, but as of right now, his experience was woefully limited. He's hoping to move the situation to some form of nudity, even moving his fingers to the edge of his own shirt when Savage asks an unexpected question. His arms fall flat next to his sides and he stares at Savage.)

I was just thinking. (Obviously. Overthinking, more like.) It's unimportant.

(He gazes away from Savage, to the bed.) You really do not need to be exposed to my head issues. I'd rather keep it light.