"Oh, women can be cruel.  Men are more interested in sharing," he paused and decided to not be indelicate and just be vague as it was something he felt appropriate for a lady's ears, "different kinds of information.  Businesses that might fail, who watered the liquer, where tae get a good ale, good company, and the like."  He took a bite. 

The kinds of company that gents would share information of trying to get into his circle with pointing out light skirts that he might find here or there, or that lady that was not as ladylike as she seemed and the such.  Not that he didn't spend time with certain ladies from time to time.  He was not looking to join in the ruination of the local ladies with such chatter with the gents.

The waiter brought in Nesah's cucumber delicate small sandwiches on a plate.  "Here you go, ma'am."  He said politely.