Conan shrugged. "You'll figure it out, I'm sure, why I have every right to use it."

"Ah, that's because you don't understand," Conan said, spreading his arms wide. "You see, this is my element," he added, and snapped his fingers, the butterflies all turning a bright gold and being in far greater number, illuminating the room quite well, even if it's more like candlelight lighting than from lightbulbs. "The insanity, the games of people's lives and mind, even the fact what the Mansion IS. Surely you've figured out that I'm not a normal ten year old by now, but you have no clue beyond that as to who or even what I am."

"And yet...I know plenty about you, Shin-chan~!"