"Oh, dis here can do some damage, but I got dis under control, I ain't gonna hurt ya, or anyone else," he promised.
The cigarette was burning away steadily as he worked the cards between his fingers. Remy, without using his ability, was able to do all kinds of trick shuffles. He fanned the cards out on the bartop, flipped them one direction smoothly and then the other, and then he put the smallest charge to the cards. It rippled bright magenta through the paper and caused them to flip up in the air one at a time then land back on the bartop in the same line they were in.
"You got card games where you come from?" he flipped the cards into his hands then kept them all in one hand, but he flipped up the top most one and charged it hot until it began to pulse.