[... awkward laugh. Is this like weed? It's been too long. He can't really tell. It might be like weed. He stays faintly red. He's glad it's probably like weed, or he'd probably be a lot more distressed about anyone poking at his arm. His eyes dart for Darc as if to reassure himself he wasn't a hallucination produced by his desire not to be experimented on.]

That's right. Not much, anyway.