"Oh, hm," Conan began at her words, biding for time as she stumped him. Those were the only situations he had prepared for. What use would she have for a squire? If he were a few years older, more experienced (and more talented), perhaps he would offer his services as a bodyguard. Boy, could he imagine that.
"I—I don't know what else to do. I'm just a squire, but lots of people in my family used to be Fighters Guild. I've got two younger brothers and then that little sister I took to see the gala, so I gotta help around the house a lot." Especially since my father passed away, he thought not to include. Conan helped his family regardless of his father's passing, and the topic was a sore one to discuss with strangers. His gaze drifted from the cookies to Seloria as he spoke, as not to be rude, and smiled. Although it was not a relaxed smile as it may have been among the other squires, he was calmer already.