[so pleased about that ear coming off. Conrad pulls it away from Kaito's head, rubbing it between his fingers and bringing it in front of him to look as as if oh my, how unexpected.]
Dirty thoughts, hmm?
[The hand holding his gun flicks the safety on and loops it through his belt. Distracted he may be but never enough to drop Vash's gun like some piece of litter. He pauses, fingers trailing over the grip.]
[But then his smirk is back and that ear falls to the ground. Conrad's own, still attached for the moment, flick backwards.] Perhaps you should put them to use.