Artemis followed with lack of eagerness, keeping her eyes on Mythe alone. "If your not injecting me with more venom, what will you be doing?" She inquired, wanting to know what he would do with her so she could mentally prepare herself.
Mythe flicked the needle of the first drug in preparation.
"Well, this first one won't be painful at all. At least, it shouldn't be. So no need to worry with this one. But I still won't grant you the right of knowing what this is either." He told Artemis simply with a smug smile. The drug he was injecting into her was something that made the person have less control over what they say and tend to not take situations as seriously as they should, et cetera. Mythe didn't want Artemis to try to remain serious, even though it was very difficult to fight something that impacted your mental state for a certain period of time, so he wanted to avoid telling her what it is which would make the chances of her slipping up and saying something higher.
"I'll also have you know that I made it myself. If that is any more comforting to you."