There might be nothing sexier in this world to Mohinder Suresh right this second than Matt flirting with him like that. He was so shy about it, take-control but also soft, as if feeling his way along without leaving his safety net too far. He liked each little push, each little nudge towards a dangerous sort of discussion. The elevator hadn't moved, no one was up this early to call it. So, sitting here, they were all alone.

Minus the video cameras most elevators had...that neither man was evidently thinking about right now.

Mohinder watched Matt with such amusement in his dark eyes and not so stealthily slid his knee between the larger man's legs. Yes. That indeed was the start of a Mohinder-caused erection. The Indian was proud of himself.

Matt responding to him this way... He didn't think that maybe Matt just wanted a little attention or that Matt might just want the furthest from Janice as possible (and Mohinder might really be that person). They had a connection. A genuine connection. A bond. No one could tell him otherwise.

He flushed a little himself when Matt told him that he'd spied on one of his dreams, but held his ground firmly. And worked at Matt's belt with sure, practiced hands. Mohinder didn't even break eye contact. "I'm afraid that I've also been told I can be quite loud outside of dreams too."