Raimut squeezes Dist's shoulder, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to disable him. Not just yet, at least. He brings his face very close to Dist's ear, having to visibly stoop to do so.

"Problems? Are you threatening me?" he whispers, his breath hot and dry. "You really do not want to do that. Not over someone like Jay Zimin of all people. What is he to you?"