Conan put his arms around Aoko's neck and hid his face in her shoulder, still making quiet whimpery noises and relying on the fact that 1412 was hurting her than she wouldn't notice he wasn't crying. He'd let the assassin have his fun with the new ghost.

"Oh, no. Don't think I will." 1412 grabbed where the ofuda was resting, and squeezed, grinning maliciously.