Dustin sighs in mirror, although his is definitely one of exasperation rather than fondness. There's not anything he can do to stop him - the kid isn't his responsibility nor his priority. At least Ash has the more sensible-sounding Pikachu to look out for him and (hopefully) keep him safe.

"I can get them to do that," Dustin answers, picking up the leads and giving them a critical glance over. He'd assumed he could just have Pikachu hold them and transmit current that way, but if his electrical output was concentrated on his cheeks, it probably wouldn't be very comfortable to pinch them with a set of alligator clips. He ponders for a moment, then reaches into his bag, shuffles around for a moment, pulls out a handful of scrap wire and a makeshift wire stripper. A couple seconds of cutting and twisting later, and the naked wires with frayed ends are gripped in the alligator clamps.

Ignoring Ash entirely at this point, Dustin turns to Pikachu on the boy's shoulder, holding up the leads for the little alien to examine. "Not a finished or ideal product, obviously," he admits. "I'll have a better design for next time. Can you keep the live ends pressed against your cheeks?"