(Dirk was oblivious to the conflict going on within K, but if he had known, he would have been somewhat empathetic. He had experienced similar loud emotions when he had been fully corrupt. It was a miserable experience. All he really knows is that something is off, he just can't quite put his finger on what.

He stares back at K, tilting his head to the side curiously.)

I was working on this for you well before you got me the flowers. I mixed a song for you. I wasn't sure of when I'd give it to you, but it seems like a good time as any.

(At least K would be able to deduce that mixing a song took time and effort that couldn't be half-assed last minute out of some feeling of obligation.)

I suppose you could listen to it here, but I figure it's something you might prefer to listen to in private. (.......He rubs a hand through his hair, clearing his throat.) And I wouldn't mind some proper alone time with you either. You don't have to say yes, but I'd like it if you did.