There's a curious flicker to Sylar's expression at the name Frank: interest, perhaps faint surprise.
It's just that, however; no more than a flicker.
"You wouldn't know what I think you are," he tells her, as calm as a teacher correcting a slow student. Sylar cants his head. "And what he'd tell you about me, I doubt you'd believe."
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Date: 2007-12-02 09:13 am (UTC)It's just that, however; no more than a flicker.
"You wouldn't know what I think you are," he tells her, as calm as a teacher correcting a slow student. Sylar cants his head. "And what he'd tell you about me, I doubt you'd believe."
A considering pause, as his focus sharpens anew.
"Or would you," he murmurs.