The woman stood there and listened with an air of amusement. She was not about to let this man intimidate her. She'd dealt with Voldemort for Merlin's sake; what could Sylar's look possible do to render her senseless? True, his gaze was hardly one of a man who adored puppies, but he was no lord over her.
He made his points, most valid and likely to be true, and once he had finished his little rant, the Lady Malfoy smiled. It wasn't friendly, but every bit devious. Narcissa slowly moved around the room, calling for the girl servant, who brought in a sterling silver tray with two tea cups. "Of course I have a plan, you silly man." She simpered and waved a hand towards the girl. "Would you like some tea, Sylar? I've had it imported from China. Lovely brew this one." She delicately sipped the hot liquid, her eyes locked on him much like a cat watching its prey.
She inched closer to Sylar, one hand holding her drink and the other lightly toughing his shoulder. "What is it that fascinates you so about this young girl? Wouldn't you rather have a woman in your embrace?"