No, he hasn’t anticipated the torch to be pointed in his direction, but Wilson is quicker to react than his casual posture may anticipate. A single swipe with one clawed hand is quick to shatter the end of the torch that tries to be a bother, the impact being as powerful as the strike is swift, sending sparks and gleaming splinters flying. The expression on Wilson’s face comes something close to a pout, pointed teeth somehow managing to hide behind his lips.

“Don’t.” He says with just the trickle of a threat. “I may still change my mind and simply fillet you.” Which would be messy.

At that thought, he pauses, however. And half a moment later Dustin gets to experience the centrifugal force once more as he is spun back around and that very claw that shredded the torch is being pressed against his throat. “Wait. That’s it! Let’s find out if you can actually die in this place!”