Everything handed to him on a silver platter was just how Sylar liked it. That way he didn't have to waste energy and petty things like that, and he got exactly what he wanted, so when Veronica just nodded about the bedroom the little him in his mind danced around while pumping its fists. He didn't have to listen to any of that crap girls usually want to talk about before getting it on, to which he was very, very happy.
"Perfect," he said with a bright smile, gloating without caring and then going after her, though stayed a few paces behind, though with his mind he was slowly undoing her jeans. His power was after all put to more use than for just bad. Once in the bedroom he made sure to lock the door after him, then pointed to the bed. "Finish getting undressed and then get on that."