[Mohinder watches Sylar with an observer's gaze- clearly the man is unsure, perhaps even a little uncomfortable with this new development. But he's also excited, and Mohinder presumes this is the emotion that will win out.

The hand on his face has probably the opposite effect that Sylar wants. Mohinder leans into it, looking directly at Sylar with clear appreciation. It takes him a moment before Sylar's words really sink in.]

Hmm, you might be right. After all, we don't have many supplies right now, so we should wait until the adrenaline and any other chemicals produced by the change have settled to normal levels.

[He reaches up his fingers tracing over the shell of Sylar's left ear and down the curve of his neck. More exploratory touches, perhaps, except for the way his smile turns into something slightly more wicked as he continues.]

But if we're waiting, whatever are we going to fill our time with? Hmm?

[He tugs (rather gently, considering his new ability) on Sylar's shirt collar, bringing him close enough for a kiss. A million moments Mohinder had buried come to the forefront as their lips meet. So many times he'd wanted to do this, and now he's finally free to do so.]