Wilson's willingness to cooperate doesn't surprise Dustin much. He's in total control of this situation and knows it; of course he'd compromise on a few things that probably don't matter to him anyway. Still, Dustin's eyes occasionally flicker around at the shadowy tendrils grabbing him, observing how they react to the stronger light source.

"Something like that." Ingested medicine was one of many tests, sure. Unlike some of the others, like injections and surgeries, almost all of those were conducted without his knowledge or explicit consent when they were laced into his food. Thinking about it is like finding it out again for the first time. Anger swells through Dustin's chest, making his breath hitch.

He closes the lighter's lid, but doesn't drop it. "What are you going to do with it?" Dustin asks quietly, his voice tight. Irritation appears to be giving the boy a bit more of a spine.