"No, the subject remembers everything, which is of course, terribly unfortunate." Lex shrugged a shoulder almost carelessly at this last fact, and taking the briefcase back, placed the two instruments inside of it, leaving Doom with is prize.
"Not quite. The Kryptonite was a gift, but not part of our trade. We both know what you are getting in return for what I'm taking back with me today. Meta-Human and Mutant DNA." Lex's expression grew serious. "While I'm curious as to how you'll be using it, I won't pry. However ..." The greedy glint seeped into the corners of his expression. "Please do consider an agreement with LexCorp if the result is ... profitable."