Conan nodded politely. "Yeah. Uh, yes! Clean or cook even. I'm not as bad at either as people say," he added, shrugging. He tugged on the edge of his shirt absently to avoid fiddling with his fingers instead.
Sitting down where she indicated, he made note of the elegant piece of furniture. His house would never have this kind of couch. His eyes lit up at the mention of cookies. Conan could not suppress his appetite even to appear professional.
He took his tea with copious amounts of sugar before nodding again and giving the servant a quiet thank you. Taking a bite out of his snack, he looked over to the young lady Seloria and continued, slipping back into his regular speech pattern, "Whatever you need me for, I'll do it."