Claire was dazzled and nearly clapped like some school-girl fool, but really, it was amazing the gifts they'd been given (of course, she had to ignore the manner in which Sylar had gotten them, but...it was somewhat easy with him being Gabe now). She gingerly touched the frosted glasses, shaking her head in further awe. "Remind me you can do this next month so we can go ice skating or something," she joked, looking up at him.
"That was impressive. I'm almost jealous..." she hesitated to ask about his other powers, biting her lower lip. "You've come a long way, considering the things you've forgotten. Is there...anything else? I mean...I can handle it, you know." Claire canted her head, her look curious. Would he catch her drift? And why was she insane enough to press this anyway? It was a sure possibility of triggering Sylar, but...didn't he deserve a chance to understand and thus move on? A chance to protect himself, adapt, take the proper measures to prepare in the event the power came back and overwhelmed him. Was it not better that he practice on her, who could heal any wound he dealt her, in order to fight this in the end?