Sylar barley flinched at the Mental push Peter gave, merly raised an eyebrow. "Your pathitic Petrelli"he snapped, Pushing him back but rougher.
He was however distracted by Elle and frowned at her statement, giving her-and the room- a once over. "Small?"He questioned, half amused half clearly pissed."Right.."He startled slowly, turning his gaze-now blazing with hatred-back toward Peter "Let me just get rid of the Vermin problem, and I'll make you lunch"his tone was calm as he used his power to choke Peter-clearly deterimened to snap his neck