If there was one thing Tarik knew nothing about, it was girls. And for good reason. They were a completely different species in his mind. Talking to other guys was hard enough as it was, but women? They liked talking too much.
Not that he didn't like women. Being a guy--a guy guy--he had a healthy liking of them. That didn't mean he talked to them, or slept with them, or even ever touched them. So he wouldn't know anything about them being soft.
Helpless, on the other hand, well, that was something he had to disagree with. There were no helpless women in Essyrn. The desert turned them hard, rough, like any respectable lady should be.
"Not married," he said, shaking his head slowly. He was only 300 years old! There was time for that later. Much, much later.
This was going to be a long day.