Chelldon was done talking, he didn't have too, he already wounded the mans pride and that left him amused. He even kept a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms and waited for the elevator to let him out, he didn't care much about the clothing but he was keeping this shirt and no, Wheatley would never understand why but what could be expected from such an arrogant little machine?

Well, sadly, it seemed like they were in this together for a while. So they were partners until stated otherwise, he wouldn't upset him too much, just enough to keep him happy.

He actually felt kind of sorry for Wheatley.

It must of been sad to live a life without any sort of affection ... he would know. But somehow he was resilient to it by now. He was happy just to be called brain damaged and annoy all the Doctors and cores by constantly existing. The joys of life.