Anne purses her lips, shooting a most displeased look towards the door. But it isn't really directed towards him. His remarks remind her far too much of Elizabeth, and their situation.

"Mine own daughter comes from a time far ahead of me. It is most disorienting, but it is good you were clear with her right away, even if she is not quick enough to understand the implications herself."

Moving back to the door, she reaches out and rests her palm against the cool surface. "You are a man, and must live according to your own will. If you cannot gain what you truly wish from her, then if nothing else she will learn to pay you respect. And you will have earned it, from her and all others. Even the city residents."