[ Peter almost rolls his eyes, and he in fact even tries to. But it's difficult when he knows that Sylar's right, and so he tries to bristle with offense, but even that doesn't work and Peter's left shaking his head and trying his hardest not to grin.

But he finally snaps out of it, using his beer can to point at Sylar. ] I might be helpless to resist you, but i'm not the one who put me here.

[ He gives a slight tip of the head down as if to indicate where exactly he's sitting, quirking an eyebrow in the process. ]

Means i'm not the only one who can't seem to do the resisting. [ Peter shifts forward enough to brush his nose against Sylar's cheek, though he knows he has no reason to be smug. He's the one who oozes the need for affection, and he knows it. ]