Conrad can be a little awkward, himself. And too often in social situations, he's not quite sure what to do with his hands. So he twines his fingers for a moment before stopping himself and crossing his arms across his chest.

"Well, no..." Conrad corrects him quickly but then continues after thinking about it for another second or two. "I mean. Maybe? I don't know. Perhaps I should just say you were very thorough. I just never even thought much on doing the whole... creeping, and pouncing thing." He was supposed to be seductive and beguiling, after all. Or that was what he was taught. It sounded simple enough, being a bloodthirsty stalker, but it'd also take some finesse and practice. Not that Conrad would want to get his meals that way, but still... The idea tumbled around in his head.