"Now this is cute," Sylar said, standing his ground with the tilt of his head, like a lion gaining the scent of his prey. Matt might be angry and Mohinder was instinctively afraid, but Sylar was once more at the top of the food chain. His thoughts were violent...and, strangely enough, affectionate. The way he spoke to Mohinder wasn't just familiar or friendly, but there was an underlying enjoyment that Sylar had about him as he watched Mohinder move.

At least until Matt blocked his view. That would never do.

While Mohinder was feeding Matt cues to keep Sylar busy until Peter returned, the psychopath was having none of the pressure he'd smelled coming from the larger man. "What is that you're doing?"

Sylar took a step forward and Mohinder, hearing that, put a hand on Matt's back. "We were trying to watch television," Mohinder stupidly spat out.

"Quiet, Doctor, the big boys are going to have a discussion," Sylar snapped, telekinetically shoving Mohinder back into the television. The anguished sound, and the breaking of the electronic, did make Sylar grin.

Mohinder made the best noises.