Well, this was certainly improving his mood. For a split second he wondered just how it was that Elle knew all about his obsession with Claire, or about Peter and Noah Bennet. But he quickly decided he didn't care. Besides, if he asked her, that would mean she would actually tell him, and he'd already seen what kind of headache that could bring.
Still, it sounded like this Elle was going to come in handy after all. He reached out towards her once again, but instead of a violent grab, this time he simply took hold of her shoulders and pulled her back up to her feet.
"The cheerleader...all alone, in this big city. Well, we can't have that, can we? It's a dark, scary place...and I think what she probably wants more than anything is a nice, familiar face. And you're gonna help me make that a reality, aren't you? Oh, and one other thing - if you're lying..." Sylar blasted the nearby lamp off the nightstand with a blast of radioactive energy. "Do we have an understanding?"