( Sylar thinks of telling him how little harm punching him would actually do. (Which begs the thought: has the nerd thrown a punch in his life? Ever?) He thinks of being a show off but, ultimately, decides the surprise later will be worth the wait. )

Yet you want to find out. I know you, Mohinder. The results don't matter, it's the discovery. That's the thrill of it for you.

( His fingers spread and the syringe launches itself forward. It freezes at Mohinder's throat, stopping just short of piercing the skin. )

You know what I can do. How I could help. ( He steps closer, circling him, keeping the needle poised. ) Shall we rob a hospital, a chemistry lab?