Truth be told, Conrad was curious about what Fox had to say about Wesley. She had claimed that she didn't mean Wes any harm over the Network and oddly, despite not knowing her, Conrad believed her. Because, from his experience, assassins were people with discipline. People who lived by a code. And if Fox was indeed a respectable assassin, Conrad believed she wouldn't make a claim like that if she did not mean it.
Something like that could change on a dime, though, and if she had reason to turn against Wes - or himself, for that matter - she'd probably do it.
"I'll tell you everything, I promise. She's pleasant to speak with. Not my favorite assassin, though." Those blue eyes flashed up at Wesley. With that Fox confession off his chest, the Brit felt much better about proceeding with their evening.. Wherever that may lead them. He stood up, taking Wesley's hand to lead him back to his room.
On that elevator ride up, though, he'd stand horribly close, his hand still very much linked with Wesley's. "I never had the chance to tell you down there, back at the rink -- I am impressed. With your skating. And your singing."