You nod solemnly, "You're right as always, I have to set a good example for my people to follow."
"I knew I could count on you, Roarke Starwind." Fatima's voice is warm, but there is a flash of suspicion in her eyes.
"Be like me, Mohammed." You pose, "...A true pirate."
Fatima sighs, "And there it is. Oh you wolf..." She grumbles, but without any bite to it.
"Yes! I, who pilots a humanoid mech, carries off highborn women over his shoulder, and eats lots of bacon sandwiches!" You proclaim proudly, as Fatima facepalms.
Mohammed's eyes shine with the light of youth inspired by their teachers, "Yes, my Admiral!"
"Be your own man! Break down the obstacles in your path!" Infusing your words with the fire of your warrior soul, you point dramatically at him while hugging Fatima with your free hand.
Shukriya just stares in noncomprehension, "But Mohammed is part of the Ahmad household, he should..."
"Mohammed is part of my household, he's one of my treasured officers. He wears my uniform and pilots a mech for the Iron Kestrels. He is by definition a pirate ace. It's fine, everything he does reflects upon me, not Fatima." You squeeze your Martian bride-to-be and she smiles tolerantly.
"Fatima, say something!" Shukriya demands, stomping her foot.
Fatima glares at her, "It can't be helped. Now stop pouting, it will give you wrinkles. Since you insisted on coming here, go make yourself useful. I don't see any oil on those hands, how are you earning your food and lodging exactly? Are YOU a hostage?" Her eyes narrow as she stares down the younger woman.
"N-no, but..." Shukriya's shoulders droop.
"No buts. I may be slightly disappointed in his decision, but that's how it is." Fatima's stare doesn't waver a single micron.
"If it helps, humans don't have horns like that. Or such big forearms. It's clearly patterned after a...a..." You fumble for a name from Species of Earth and then decide to just make one up, "A Greater Crested Ape, native to Chad."
[Continued]