You can't prove anything!

Owen snorts at that, rubbing his soul patch. "Watch yourself there, kitten. Don't make me find a spray bottle." He winks. "Now who's the one being cocky?"

He shrugs. "Seriously though? I can draw, throw, and catch without a problem." He holds up a hand and shakes it so fast it blurs. "It's getting my whole self in motion that doesn't always work."