( The cup moves away and Sylar catches the remaining foam on his lips with a swipe of his tongue. Or, most of it. A couple droplets strayed out of his reach, and as he wipes at his stubbled cheek with a napkin, he watches Ethan, wanting to see how he'll react. )
Ohh. Shall I ask what it is you do, make small talk? Or shall we skip to the part where you ask for my help?
( A little presumptuous, yes, but he wasn't a man who enjoyed subtleties too often. )
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Ohh. Shall I ask what it is you do, make small talk? Or shall we skip to the part where you ask for my help?
( A little presumptuous, yes, but he wasn't a man who enjoyed subtleties too often. )