Narcissa had discussed to the fullest what potential lie within Sylar and how exactly they would use that to their advantage. She did not, however, see fit to seek him out; it was him that was in need of their service and she would not be found scouting out some male like a bitch in heat.
She had been busy brewing different teas, recently sent from China thanks to Edric's connections when the door sounded. She had gotten used to no longer demanded that a House Elf answer the door, and instead now relied on the hired help that flitted about their Vector room when needed. She need only raise a brow at the young girl who was hanging around outside the kitchen, waiting to be called on, and the girl hurried to open the door, letting Sylar in. She then left the man to tell her mistress whom was here.
Narcissa swept into the room, a small smile playing on her features at the sight of Sylar. As she was oft to do when in the private confides of her home, Narcissa was decked out in a gown of gold, her hair loosely pinned atop her head. Her face was void of make-up, having never owned nor touched the materials meant to make others feel pretty or hide away their dullness. She certainly had no need for such things. "And what brings such a dear friend all the way to the Vector on this fine day?"
She excused the girl who had answered the door, who returned to the kitchen to finish brewing the tea for Narcissa.