Social, bah. He was alright the way he was - it happened to be difficult enough to bat off the presences of other Dark Ones, always lurking, always waiting; Killian shuffled them away, ensuring they faded off into mere wisps of smoke when he didn't want an audience for intimate activities but he was mostly trying to keep a grip on sanity as opposed to playing the role of social butterfly.
But he still made some connections, despite trying not to - he taught a young lass to fish, and made a sleeping draught for another. He had people he could chat with when he wanted to talk. That was alright by him.
"Someone else can host the card games and parties and such," he said, leaning back a bit, tipping his head up to observe the sky and all of its seemingly endless expanse. It wasn't endless, however. It was a cage. "As for your gentleman caller - " Well, that was a tale as old as time, wasn't it? Two people screwing around, and one caught feelings. "What is it that you want?"