[Conan nods. The teapot is given a quick rinse out and dried, and he adds three teabags -- one for each of them and another for the pot, as he's learnt from observing John.]

The drawer behind you -- just there.

[It's actually nice this -- company without being challenged. Conan'd tire if this mundane chat was all they had, but for once ... it's nice not to think to just be.]