'Accepted.'  As if I'd had any other choice in the matter.  What was I going to do, become homeless and with no way to fend for myself other than...two equally unspeakable things?  She looked at me and I felt the surge of wanting to kick the shit out of her to prove my own dominance in my brain.  But I was in control, not that.  At the same time...I couldn't just let that statement go unanswered.  "Your sister showed me loyalty and obligation when she was under no such conditions to do so, and when it might have been better off for her to deal with problems she was having before meeting me, rather than do what she did.  I<em>will</em>answer the things she did for me by protecting her and what's hers.  If that's not good enough..."<br/><br/>I returned her eyes with my own, letting her know I was not someone to be pushed around.  "...then<em>I can live with your disapproval</em>."