Veronica was not so sure that she liked playing mouse to Sylar's cat. He was far more dangerous than she had originally anticipated and he was right, her sword would not have protected her. Nothing would have. She didn't need protecting though.
"You're gonna owe me a new shirt." She told him, as what was left of it fell to the floor. She was afraid but she hadn't lost her wit. She knew he was excited about this, and she couldn't help be excited too, even though there was so much that he could do to her.
And then his lips were on hers in a feverish and demanding kiss. She hadn't really thought this would happen...at least not yet.