Sylar scowled as Elle yelled at him, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, maybe I've decided that I don't want to kill you just yet. Maybe I want to drag it out a bit." He eyed Veronica and sniffed indelicately. "I'm not really interested in Blondie Number Two over there. The fantasy comment was just to get a rise out of both of you."
He smirked. "Clearly it worked. Anyway, Blondie Number Two, you probably should listen to your sister here. Don't worry, I won't hurt her too much."