Well, play gay footsie with him

It's alright, you can keep your cool. Maybe you two just got off on the wrong foot.

You walk forward, taking a seat across from the man. You want to try out your powers but can't find a good segue without being trampled. The man gives you a wicked look, conveying that he doesn't want your company.

"You hear what I said, man?" he spouts, raising his voice, "You retarded or some shit?"

You casually slip off your shoes under the table, kicking them to the side. Rage towards the man certainly helps your conscience in justifying what you're about to do, although you understand things could get ugly in just a second. The man begins to stand up, cutting your plans short, instead giving you a chance to interject something verbally.

"Stop," you try saying as casually as possible, and you're surprised when the recluse stops mid-action, halted in a half squatting position. "Get back in your seat."

He does so, reclaiming his booth like it was his idea to begin with, although you have reason to doubt that is the case. The man is livid in his expression and you can hear the hole he's drilling into the floor by his foot-tapping; if he could leave, he would have.

You decide to play this subtly; which means no shoving your foot down the man's throat. You lift your leg, bringing your foot against the man's lower calf, causing him to kick as you do.

"The fuck you doin' to my leg, boy." he growls at you, grabbing your foot with his hand.