"WOMEN could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be WOMEN anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his full face helmet. "I HATE WOMEN" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated the entire inn, making it pulsate even as the 9 penny wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of females after dark. "With a slave, you can do anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.