He shrugs lazily, then leans back into the back of the couch, throwing a bent arm over the top of it. "Shouldn't we be friends? We're living together, after all. Maybe it's time to let bygones be bygones. Wouldn't you like that, Near?"

The demon knows what Mello remembers of the revelation from just a few months ago, that Near actually liked him and wanted to work together instead of being at ridiculous and constant odds as they had been, in the place where they existed before they were brought here. It's not much of a stretch to make such a suggestion.