A lady's man, used to juggling many relationships

"... A lady's man? Someone's got an awfully high opinion of himself," the commander grumbled, hesitating before writing the words. "How would you even know? There's no time for that sort of cavorting here, with this rigorous training schedule I've lumped on your shoulders. I can't imagine that a recruit such as yourself has had time to nurse one relationship, let alone several at a time."

You informed the old man that so great was your desire for and appeal to Missionaire's fine women that you'd used your off hours sneaking out on any number of occasions to put in time at pubs, parties, and all other places where merry women gather. All for the sake of pleasing the saintesses, right? They'd probably prefer a man with experience to a greenhorn.

"Some might," he admitted. "In all things, best to be prepared, I suppose. But that said, you can't put that djinn back in the bottle, either. Two-timing isn't a sin in Geod's book any more, but the ladies may feel differently. That's all I'll say on the matter." He raised his hands, eager to be done with the topic and move on.

Fastner may not approve, but if you were going to be with six women, might as well plan to go all out with all six of them, right?