You've got him there. No. No, he wouldn't. He needs to have someone to take the limelight for him. Keep the eyes of those pesky wannabe heroes off of him, well, at least for as long as it takes to get his Quirk back that is. Dito was loud and annoying sure, but if he wound Shigaraki up he was bound to have that effect on others too, and irritation can be useful when used as a weapon. Take that fucking smirk right now for example; what he wouldn't give to just wipe it off that pretty face.

"Yea? Must be catching." Spoken with a narrow-eyed grin and glare. "Then again I find it hard to believe you don't have this effect on everyone you meet." His tone is snarky but there's no real venom to his words.

Shigaraki walked over to where Dito had sprawled out and perched himself on the armrest closest to their head, pulling his oracle out and swiping through it idly as he spoke, not seeming to mind at all how comfortable they'd already made themselves in his creepy little treehouse home.

"Sparkling personality? You think far too highly of yourself." Tutting as he frowned, taking an index finger, and curling it into his palm before flicking an obnoxiously spry spike of that dark hair atop Dito's head. "No. I invited you here because I need you." Sighing, already regretting his choice of words. "Let's face it, I'm in a stalemate being trapped here, powerless, with people who want nothing more than to see me tied up in chains."

Casually scrolling past all the goody-two-shoes on the Oracle net as he talks. "So I'm suggesting we partner up. You can live here with me and aid me with my task of returning myself to my former glory. In return, I can either kill you last after I rot this place to its core or you can remain at my side."