If there was one thing that could break Conan out of the shock of having yet another of his memories displayed, it was annoyance. He huffs dismissively and looks away.

"I was hardly volunteering to share them. If you don't want to see, then maybe you should be staying further away."

At least he could hope that this particular memory would be staying away from John and Sherlock. He'd had more than enough annoyance from that direction already.