The grin held strong even as Peter lunged for him; if anything, he felt even better seeing someone else trying to kill him. Tyki had been a wild card, a new obstacle that Sylar had not yet mastered and was at a disadvantage against without his powers, but Peter? Peter was a problem that Sylar knew inside and out; Peter was a problem that Sylar could twist against itself before he even had to worry about being beaten by it.

So he watched with satisfaction as Peter tried to keep his own monster at bay, tried to deny the primal urges that made him exactly the same as any villain he judged.

Sylar would just have to show him how weak he truly was.

"I don't expect you to stop," Sylar said calmly. "Not even when I've killed your friends and taken Claire's power – maybe your brother's too." He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. "Nathan... is here, isn't he?"