A tilt of his head, considering the waiter as he scurries away. The entire staff of the speakeasy look scared out of their minds, and it's satisfying to watch them flounder. "No argument from me," he agrees easily. He throws a blast at the table nearest the door, the debris trapping the terrified band before they can flee.

"I don't think he said you could stop playing." A grin at Barry. "Might as well be entertained."