"Aw, come on," he said, feigning offense. "Don't pout. Not already. We've got several hours in here, you've got time to work up to it."

Sylar laughed. There was something of a manic tinge to it. "I mean, honestly, I thought you'd be happy. All my powers are gone- ah. Not all of them." He reached out and put his hand face down towards the ground. A perfect cube of ice appeared, about two inches long on each side. "Now isn't that a kick in the pants? I'd never thought anything would be more useless than the melting."