"A divorce, you say?" Reo proclaims with calm and poise, lofting several of his credit cards in your direction. In a display of force, he pins you up against the wall, his body leaning up against your own. "Obtain your personal independence," he declares with glacial cool. "If you should find this lacking, voice it, and refrain from uttering the accursed word, 'divorce', evermore." His words are bolstered with the proximity he maintains—the menace he exudes, his breath warming your very visage.