"Even if it took me too damn long to do it." If he'd remembered Lucifer's proposal the moment he'd seen Sylar in his home, it wouldn't have come to this.

Before he could say anything to the plan, he was already somewhere new, falling back on a mattress. Something wet touched his hand - the hellhound's tongue - and he drew it back to his chest, his nostrils flaring as he fixed a stare on where the assumed creature was. Sorry, boy - he wasn't ready for a tongue-bath.

"...I didn't even know you had an apartment." Part of him had figured Lucifer subsisted by just appearing in and out of other people's homes. "Where are we?"