It took him a moment to disentangle himself from her and get off the bed. Once standing, he took stock of how he felt- this seemed right. More familiar. More like--

In a smooth, practiced motion, one hand shot out, electricity lanced from his palm in a flash, snaking as though it were stuck on a string- or whip. Another flick of his wrist, and the stream diverted its course, snapping away from the wall at the last second. Another flick and it shot back toward him and vanished as though it had never been.