Mmhhn. [An unusual sound, leaking from Chilton's mouth. Something of a muffled moan.]

I have more precision with my sedative, yes. More than what any pharmacy could cough up. It could influence intimately -- what you're getting at, yes.

[He stared at Starr, who seemed so nonplussed at the multitasking achieved. That was a man with a composure that merited psychopathic analysis.]

And you want me to influence in such a manner.