Lindsey wasn't sure he could still do it, but he'd try.
He set the coffee cup down and picked up a knife from the set of steak knives in the block on the counter.
And he stepped back.
He'd learned a lot in Nepal. It was just a matter of remembering. He'd practiced this repeatedly, aiming to throw Angel off balance with a little bit of magic ability. It had worked, despite Angel's insults.
In another few seconds, instead of the steak knife, he was holding a sword. Lindsey had enough room to spin his wrist, making it slice the air with satisfying noises. It was evident from how he was holding it that he knew how to use the thing, too.
That was fun to learn. A master swordsman had taught him. Lindsey'd never be sure of what country he was in at the time.
He set the sword down on the counter carefully, with clear respect for the weapon. Anyone who'd ever lost a body part had great respect for weapons.
Then he winked at the beautiful woman sitting at his counter.