Sylar had been ready to just let the insults slide off of him again, but there was something about them that stuck this time. Maybe it was the fact that a time traveler had told him something strikingly similar- that he'd die alone- and he'd been more unsettled by the prediction than he'd like to admit. Whatever it was, it made his eyes narrow and shine dangerously.

And then Mohinder had to ask annoying questions along with it. Sylar looked decidedly bored with the teasing he'd been enjoying just moments before. "What, and keep it up all night? Here?" The way he said it, he thought it was the most obvious thing in the world. "No, thank you."