"Football game?" Sylar asked, glancing up at the TV for the first time and shaking his head. He didn't care for that, at all. "Oh no, dancing definitely sounds more fun."
He grinned slightly when she didn't protest, it was nice to have someone to well, treat. It gave him power, in a way, and everyone who knew him knew that power was something desired more than anything. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing over one of many credit cards, the joys of being able to alter appearance and phase through walls made money an easy thing to come by. He told the bartender to just put everything they had for the night on the card, and then turned back to Belle.
"I'm not the best dancer you know," he told her with a small smirk, placing a hand on her back. He wasn't aware that she was telepathic or anything, but honestly? He didn't really care. He wasn't using his powers either, because for once he didn't feel that he needed to. He was just out for a good night, and he well, was letting his guard slightly down, hopefully that wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass. "So, you're going to have to show me your moves."