Well, okay, there was that time when I nearly gave up Vera to get myself a wife. But that was more because I felt it was unfair the Captain got given a wife when all I got was a gorram rain-stick. And you gotta admit, Saffron was one tantalizing prize, all soft smiles, and shy looks, and those curves of her…enough to make any man lose their reason for a while. Luckily it weren’t me that got that goodnight kiss of hers. I had a good chuckle about that. Turned out to be a real cold snake under all that warm flesh. Pity, I actually entertained marryin’ her for a few hours.
If I did have the coin, and the time and the gumption to finally take me a wife, well I guess she’d have to be a looker. I ain’t marryin’ someone I don’t care to look at or see naked, after all. She’d have to be willin’ to please me, and respect me. And I reckon if she knew how to protect herself and use guns that’d be a real turn on. And, of course, she’d need to be real frisky in the sack, and a good breeder. ‘Cause I’d be wantin’ plenty of sons and daughters. I reckon a couple of each would be good to start out with. I was the fifth son in my family and my mama handled us all just fine. ‘Course any woman I wed would have to measure up to her, and that wouldn’t be easy. So in the end, I guess I’d choose someone gentle and carin’ on the outside, but strong underneath.
And stupid enough to want to marry a húndàn like me.