" Come in here and take notes for me.” Solara didn’t move.
A rustling of blankets sounded from the other room, followed by a heavy sigh. “Stay there,” he grumbled. “I’ll get dressed and come to you. But for future reference, anyone who stinks like a toolshed is safe from my advances. "

― Melissa Landers , Starflight (Starflight, #1)