( Sylar brings the latte to his lips as he listens to the reply. He pauses before taking a drink, his amusement evident. )
You can certainly try.
( That's not just overconfidence talking. His smile becomes a knowing smirk, the secret hidden in the depths of his dark eyes. There's a question there, too, or rather many: what kind of cons had this seemingly young man been involved with? How alike were they, really?
Too scruffy to be with the Company, or whatever remained of it anyway. No, no, there was something more to him that intrigued Sylar. Confident yet eager to please, easily excited. This could be fun. He sips his own drink finally, savoring the flavor and his thoughts hone entirely on the foamy liquid. No words, only drinking. )
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You can certainly try.
( That's not just overconfidence talking. His smile becomes a knowing smirk, the secret hidden in the depths of his dark eyes. There's a question there, too, or rather many: what kind of cons had this seemingly young man been involved with? How alike were they, really?
Too scruffy to be with the Company, or whatever remained of it anyway. No, no, there was something more to him that intrigued Sylar. Confident yet eager to please, easily excited. This could be fun. He sips his own drink finally, savoring the flavor and his thoughts hone entirely on the foamy liquid. No words, only drinking. )