Conan kept the unamused expression on his face, but his mind was beginning to whirl — try being insanely interested without appearing so. Go ahead. He’ll wait.
Poking his head back out the window and tossing the thief a glare, he considered for a moment what the consequences would be should he listen to the idea: he could get suckered into participating, yet again, in a childish competition that would likely end in disaster. If he didn’t listen, however, Hattori was likely to call him and tell him, anyway.
Either way, he was going to end up annoyed. And any chance to show-up Hattori was a welcomed chance.
”Tell me more, first.”
Kid tried hiding most of the smirk that wanted to come up. Might not have completely succeeded, but, oh well. It looked like he’d gotten the other’s curiosity.

“It wouldn’t be nearly as fun to tell you everything, tantei-kun.~ But I will say this. Whoever wins can have me do one thing for them. Barring giving away my identity, of course. And I don’t mean stealing, unless you tanteis just really want me too. Possibly collecting information, using my disguise skills, or something else… not necessarily breaking the law. An interesting prize, don’t you think?”
