"I do not appreciate being made into something... different. Something un-American. I'm not fresh off of the boat. I've lived here for fifteen years, Noah." May retorted, folding her hands in her lap and twisting at the bracelet around her wrist. She wasn't here to fight with him, and his belligerence confused her the more he pressed.
"You misunderstand me. I didn't mean to imply you'd have to back everything I say. But I do hope you will take your place as head of this household and do what is best for everyone involved. Certainly there can't be that much difference between your culture and mine that it should seem... an unusual request."