Conan nodded. "We'll have to talk more later!" he said. "See you then--"

Well.

The question isn't entirely unexpected, especially given who he is talking to -- but it'll never be welcome. Conan winces, holding up five fingers on one hand and two on the other. "Seven!" he says with all the little kid pride he can muster. "My birthday's in May, but I don't think that works here."