Love the idea that Mandalorian culture makes it so that anything not covered by armor is scandalous! Thus living on Mandalor is like living in regency England.
Luke lives on Mandalor and one morning he goes out for a late workout and so when he returns with just a tight tank top Din has a small heart attack.
It’s not like skin isn’t aloud, they just aren’t very used to it.
So the Jedi’s bare arms with the white streaks of his scars rippling over his muscles. Din can’t help but blush, he can feel it burning his face underneath the helmet.
Usually the Jedi is covered in his robes and suddenly he is bare to not just Din but the rest of the population of Mandalor.
Din hears the murmurs in the cantina about the Jedi’s physical appearance. He knows that he is not the only mandalorian who is attracted to some scars. He also can’t help but admit to himself that the man’s fake hand makes Dins stomach roll.
The Jedi is so clearly a warrior, his body reflects that.
Din also wants to bend the man over every single flat surface every time he is near Luke.
It’s almost obscene when the man pulls off his black leather glove with his teeth to check the mechanics of his prosthetic. Paz covers Din’s eyes and Din kicks him in the shins.
