like all women, she found a way to turn every situation into men waiting on her

Johnny Redcob stood outside the doorway, his fine features betraying no hint of frustration.
He was supposed to be back down at the front door, that was why. Escorting men to the rooms was only supposed to take a few seconds. He was supposed to be “monitoring the ingress”, as that dud Haykh Gregarian said — that’s who managed this place.
No sounds of fighting from downstairs. Johnny Redcob kept his ears tuned in that direction. He had to fight the urge not to snarl at the shut door. Vivienne knew she shouldn’t be dawdling, she should have chosen a man so he could send the other two to their second choices.
But like all women, she found a way to turn every situation into men waiting on her. Johnny Redcob did not like women. He used to, until he had to manage a house full of them. Vivienne was usually not so bad. They mellowed with age.

From Every Inch a King