[ For awhile, Sylar was pleased with the results- especially when Sherlock figured out his exact power. But as it continued on, as Sherlock started comparing him to John, his movements crawled to a standstill. No fidgeting, no noticeable breathing, just an intense focus on Sherlock.

He wasn't going to deny it. He couldn't deny it, considering he was literally wearing the issue on his wrist. If he hadn't been considering the compulsion aspect, this would be unbearable. As of now, he still wants Sherlock to hurt.

When he speaks, it's quiet, low, and even. ]

Do you remember what I told you right as you murdered me? As you stabbed me in the throat and watched me bleed out?