There is no immediate reaction to the small flame springing to life aside from Dustin being able to see his feet again. No shadow hisses away back into the darkness and no shriek of pain or discuss cuts through the air.

However, two moments after the lighter is turned on, Wilson finally manifests again, standing right behind the young man with an expression of mild interest. "Ah... Science at work. Marvelous." He muses almost conversationally, clawed hands behind his back. Though yet one more shadow hand creeps from beneath Dustin again to slither it's way up Dustin's arm, showing little interest in the flame itself despite its form notably losing density the closer it slithers to the light.

"You can stop trying to run away now."