( His expression matches his voice, flaring even brighter when Mohinder mentions the cop's damned name. First name basis, of course, had they shared the same bed, too? Or couch? He'd bet at least the couch, several times a week, that's what Sylar would've-
...Oh. That touch against his cheek. His expression softens; the scent of Mohinder and his touch is too overwhelming. Why is he so immediately entranced? Was this part of his new ability too, or was it natural? Perhaps one enhancing the other? (The word 'pheromones' floats to his conscious, then drifts away just as quickly, like smoke in a shady bar.) No matter what it was, it was definitely dangerous.
As dangerous as that beautifully bared chest in the moonlight, practically glowing. His hand returns there, splayed above his belly button. That beautifully tanned skin is strangely devoid of hair, Sylar notes, a part of the mutation, maybe...? He traces downwards, following with one finger that seductive little trail from belly button to waistband of Mohinder's slacks. Only there does he pause, his finger teasing at the edge of flesh he could reach. )
Betrayed you first? Why, Mohinder, that sounds like an accusation...
( He's practically cooing as he leans back on his haunches, bringing his hands back to himself. He brings both hands to the edge of his shirt, intending to pull it off himself... Unless Mohinder wanted to assist? )
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...Oh. That touch against his cheek. His expression softens; the scent of Mohinder and his touch is too overwhelming. Why is he so immediately entranced? Was this part of his new ability too, or was it natural? Perhaps one enhancing the other? (The word 'pheromones' floats to his conscious, then drifts away just as quickly, like smoke in a shady bar.) No matter what it was, it was definitely dangerous.
As dangerous as that beautifully bared chest in the moonlight, practically glowing. His hand returns there, splayed above his belly button. That beautifully tanned skin is strangely devoid of hair, Sylar notes, a part of the mutation, maybe...? He traces downwards, following with one finger that seductive little trail from belly button to waistband of Mohinder's slacks. Only there does he pause, his finger teasing at the edge of flesh he could reach. )
Betrayed you first? Why, Mohinder, that sounds like an accusation...
( He's practically cooing as he leans back on his haunches, bringing his hands back to himself. He brings both hands to the edge of his shirt, intending to pull it off himself... Unless Mohinder wanted to assist? )