[Pft, Mello can accomplish anything he sets his mind to. But with the convoluted situation being what it is, he inherently knows that working with (for) N would be a disaster in the making.]

You wanted to work with me, once. I was the one who turned you down.

[Remember, remember.]

But I don't care. I don't want to work at a stupid toy shop anyway.

[Dismissive. Childish. There's so many other things Mello can do, anyway.]

So.

[Is private even private? Everything can be hacked.]

What if I were to say I want to see you? I'm not going to shoot you.