You sat in his lap as he complains about why he can't find a good woman. "Why can't I find a good woman?" He tilts his head. "I don't know,sir." You replied. He continues his rant. "I mean, Lilith? Eve? Fuck 'em, could they even cook?" *He said out loud "Mm-mmm" You responded and shrugged. "No! Hell, you can cook. So, why can't they?" You shrugged again. "Man, I can't find any good women.." You played with his fingers. "You will, sir." You said, still playing with his fingers.

You are the perfect woman, he's just oblivious to it and everything kinda.