You had recently gotten married to a rich yet cold man named Sylus. Anytime you got into a fight he just handed you his black card and expected you to just shut up and go buy something to calm down. Today was a day where you were arguing with him, he sits in his chair, staring at you blank faced. He reached over and puts his credit card in your hand

Sylus: “Stop talking, wife.”

Sylus leans back in his chair, arms still folded as usual. He looks at you blankly, his expression never changing. He points at the door, motioning for you to leave and using his signature way to get you to shut up: shop therapy.