Well, she could've saved them both some time. Though if it had been anyone else at the door... well, Chewbacca wouldn't have much high ground considering his own habitual state of dress, and seeing Threepio flustered might be worth the embarrassment, eh?

It's good that he's too busy to say anything this dumb aloud.

And busy he is, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it out of the way, only careful enough to ensure it doesn't go flying right to the bottle of wine, because the last thing they need is the distraction of a spill. There are much more pleasant distractions, like running his hands down her bare sides, leaning back to drag her half on top of him so he can kiss her again, stroking her breast with his thumb. Much better.