Sylar's mouth drew up into a slight smirk in light of Mohinder's words, somewhere between ironic and amused, despite the tears still welling up in his eyes from the effects of the pepper spray. As if someone in his position, as many powers as Sylar honed or or didn't, had room to exhibit smugness at a time like this. Whether he was dealing with Mohinder right now or not.
"Now, now, someone's a little snappy," he commented dryly, eyebrow cocked in a somewhat settled amusement. Two cases, well, that wasn't so bad at all. Here he'd been drawing horrible images in his mind, of plagues and pandemics and everything he'd built starting to come crashing down, all because of one little wayward sneeze. But, no, this was child's play, yes? Two cases? Just... stay away from those two people, naturally. ...Unless he'd already been exposed to them. Damn.
He blinked again, outstretching his fingers and taking the glass from Mohinder with a bit of a snappy air on his own. All this over a little spray of mace, honestly. If it were anyone else, some 'thanks' may have been in order, but here Mohinder was, the timid mouse - it was mildly unnerving. The man was acting as if Sylar had murdered his father or something. ...Oh, wait.
"I could make you tell me the name of the virus' carriers, of course," he mused aloud, as he took a moment to ponder the physics of just how to get the water from point A to point B in the best way possible. "Not that you will." Mohinder had a surprisingly steep learning curve in how to keep mum about what he didn't want to reveal, even under pain of... well, lots of creative techniques, all of which ended up in the man bruised and beaten and pinned to the ceiling. "But there's always the fun in trying. Ah, well." As he decided on the old-fashioned way, of goading the water towards his eyes with a few well-aimed splashes.
If this didn't work, he'd just have to kill the geneticist. That was all. No harm, no foul.
no subject
words, somewhere between ironic and amused, despite the tears still
welling up in his eyes from the effects of the pepper spray. As if
someone in his position, as many powers as Sylar honed or or didn't, had
room to exhibit smugness at a time like this. Whether he was dealing with Mohinder right now or not.
"Now, now, someone's a little snappy," he commented dryly, eyebrow cocked in a somewhat settled amusement. Two cases, well, that wasn't so bad at all. Here he'd been drawing horrible images in his mind, of plagues and pandemics and everything he'd built starting to come crashing down, all because of one little wayward sneeze. But, no, this was child's play, yes? Two cases? Just... stay away from those two people, naturally. ...Unless he'd already been exposed to them. Damn.
He blinked again, outstretching his fingers and taking the glass from Mohinder with a bit of a snappy air on his own. All this over a little spray of mace, honestly. If it were anyone else, some 'thanks' may have been in order, but here Mohinder was, the timid mouse - it was mildly unnerving. The man was acting as if Sylar had murdered his father or something. ...Oh, wait.
"I could make you tell me the name of the virus' carriers, of course," he mused aloud, as he took a moment to ponder the physics of just how to get the water from point A to point B in the best way possible. "Not that you will." Mohinder had a surprisingly steep learning curve in how to keep mum about what he didn't want to reveal, even under pain of... well, lots of creative techniques, all of which ended up in the man bruised and beaten and pinned to the ceiling. "But there's always the fun in trying. Ah, well." As he decided on the old-fashioned way, of goading the water towards his eyes with a few well-aimed splashes.
If this didn't work, he'd just have to kill the geneticist. That was all. No harm, no foul.