He settled his other knee down, and sat back, lowering his hands now that she'd turned back into the room. She was going to stay, and that was a start in any case.

She gave him the perfect excuse to humanise himself. Names.

"Sylar isn't actually my name. It's Gabriel--like the archangel."

Just a name wouldn't be enough to win her over. So he shifted his head, curiosity flickering into his expression. "Your accent. I don't recognise it. Are you French? No--that's not it."