There. Right there, and if she didn't have him then at least she had her own surety. Divorce couldn't tell what was going through that tousled head of his, sad to say. Nevertheless, the years where he'd be able to make threats and actually hold them over her were long gone. Greed had always intrigued more than actually frightened Mona, even back at the start. Any chance of fear had been long obliterated in her own rise to power. Besides, between what she'd seen of Greed on the night of their divorce and the fresh young face leering at her now... No, fear wasn't up there. Nerves were, if anything, just her own self-restraint asking to be let go. Or at least that's what she told her itching hands.
"Always a giver," she said with a roll of her eyes, matching his cocky little grin with a smirk of her own. Divorce stayed where she was -- standing directly in front of him gave her a height advantage, something she usually didn't get to enjoy with the Sin.
"All right, then. You've got me." --bite your tongue, Mona! "What do you want? Besides the obvious 'everything'."