Sylar listens closely, drinking in the new information like a fine wine. Rhys sounds knowledgeable about this, and it sounds like a reasonable way for a universe to be constructed.

But when Rhys apologizes, Sylar can't help it- he breaks into a chuckle. "Hey, don't apologize to me. This book?" He pats it. "It's all about how people have special abilities on my world. All the things that would be considered supernatural, if there wasn't a genetic link. Flying, telekinesis, time travel, that sort of thing. I love that stuff." A little too much, as it turned out. Oh, well.

"So you were one of the ones born with the edge, then? Sounds like you've pieced together how it all works pretty well. What sort of tools are we talking about, for this type of thing?" The question is just to keep them going in this direction. If they're distracted, they won't be thinking about the stupid puzzle. And this was right up Sylar's alley.