"I don't like liars, little herbivore." God knows how many he'd killed for daring to lie to his face. He'd discipline this boy, too, but he's not in the habit of beating up small children.

... Unless they were a certain noisy cow. But that's a story for another time - he's waiting impatiently for Conan's truthful answer, a foot tapping restlessly as he stares down at the boy with cold unblinking eyes.