He set his fork down and scooted his plates forward enough to bring his left arm up on the table. Doug pushed his sleeve up and showed her the 'watch'.
"This is Warlock," he replied in a quiet voice, very hush-hush conspiratorial-like. A few seconds later, the 'watch' moved and WARLoCK stood up to give a bow and a soft greeting like the trill of a fax machine.