Are there any other kinds you know how to have? You didn't seem to like flattery or flirtation.

[It was said dryly enough, the sting of holy water still memorable after a week's worth of time. Mukuro closed the sketch book decisively, getting up to stretch. It had been a while since he had tried to walk in a human's dreams, and while it wasn't as stifling as possessing one, it was still constraining. He wandered a bit closer, canting his head to the side as he smirked.]

Or have you been isolated for so long you can't remember how to have a proper conversation?