[ Sylar smiles as he too goes back to his beer, quietly watching Peter for a few moments longer. The pause stretches out, just a little longer than is strictly comfortable, and then whatever he's thinking about slips as easily away, and he tilts his head back in the other direction, idly reaching up to close the kitchen door with a flick of telekinesis.

The bang is what breaks the silence. ]

Besides which, you're the one helpless to resist me. Isn't that right?

Unable to keep your mind off me. Even when you're busy. Almost as if--

[ His mind provides a thousand answers that he doesn't use out loud, because instead he just smiles, letting the words hover there. ]