He takes note of habit, not just because it had been quite some time since he had met someone who still retained it. Conan himself had long given it up.

"Mmm, I can show you the way. It isn't difficult to get to."

As they step outside, Conan slips back into more childish mannerisms with the ease that could only come from practice. He inserts a skip into his steps and swings his arms more. Even his voice changes, as he purposefully raises the pitch of his voice into more childish tones.

It was all a performance, and one that he was very practiced in.