I'm not much of an arguer in a relationship.
I don't bicker, PERIOD.
If you don't take out the trash, I will grumble and do it myself.
If you NEVER take out the trash, I will eventually decide that you are a lazy bum and kick your ass the fuck out.
Basically, if it's worth discussing, we can do it reasonably.
If it isn't, I can't be bothered.
If it's something I don't think is going to change, I'll either decide to deal, or decide that it's a deal-breaker. It may take me two years to get around to giving an eviction notice, but be assured it is coming.

You want to live in the hive, you'd better make sure the Queen Bee is content.