[ Hm. That's right, he hasn't been very forthcoming with his powers, has he? Mostly because he keeps himself on a tether and doesn't really ever see the need in engaging in combat, but that's liable to change depending on the situation. ]

Mm. Yeah. If I took this off, 's even worse.

[ He taps at the particularly heavy earring on his left ear, a cuff that extends from his earlobe up to the cartilage's halfway mark. A good look at it, and it might almost look painful— clamped on in several different places, needles bolted into place with several fasteners. ]

One time [ he says, with a little bit of regret in his tone ], before I knew how to control it. Got mad at someone. Yelled at them. [ His feet scuff the ground, guilty. But he's never been afraid of admitting when he's done something wrong. ] Other guy got so scared, they threw up. Fainted. Almost died, I think.

[ It's not a happy memory; it'd been around that time that he'd realized he'd have to be a lot more careful than he'd been. ] So. I got better.