Jealous was one word for what he was feeling right now, he supposed. Because, well. Peter did have the uncanny ability to pick on this like nothing. He could absorb twenty new powers in a day and not even know about it. If Sylar rushed what he was doing, he could get two, tops. Granted, he did have more control over what he had - he wasn't the one in danger of going nuclear all over New York City, after all - but, damn. Peter got off lucky, the little twit.

Maybe a little more infuriated on Sylar's part that Peter dared to voice something like that aloud. ...Yeah, mostly because of how deep in that dug under his skin, without even trying. "Jealous? Of you?" he repeated nonetheless, the laugh bursting free from his throat high and cold and every other feeling you could think of that made goosebumps pop up all up and down your arms. "Hardly."