[Well, he just crosses his arms and actually laughs a little. He's not scared; impressed, perhaps, but more so of this man's way of getting his point across rather than his strength.]

What point are you trying to make? That you're strong, that you'll protect them? I've got no doubt about that.

[He reaches out with a hand to pat at the countertop. The cafe remains silent, and it's a noise that reverberates in the stillness.]

But that- [His other hand points at the big chunk of counter that is missing, now.] I can do that with my mind.

[His soul, really.]