"That's true," he agrees in the same calm tone as Isaac, stopping several yards away. Both hands remain at his sides, though his fingers curl loosely, waiting.

When he receives no response, the tilt to Sylar's head angles a little sharper as he studies the painter from the corners of his eyes.

Like a scientist remarking on the existence of gravity, he adds, mildly, "This is usually the part when people start screaming."