Hallucination or no, Cinder stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate until he was standing over the table watching Kvothe with a detached sort of interest, like someone watching an insect trapped in a jar.

The jerk of the hand hadn't gone unnoticed, though if anything all it did was making the smile slightly wider. "Trying to strike me?" The voice was light and a mockery of friendliness and concern. "I would have thought you'd be beyond that. After all, you don't seem to be particularly dedicated to avenging your family, do you?"