Sylar stayed very still for a moment where he'd been holding Charles, his vision going out of focus from anger and... Whatever else he was feeling. He couldn't really decipher it. "Oh, right. Training," He said hollowly.

He sat back on his heels and looked up at Charles. He cracked a smile. "As well trained as I can be by someone who doesn't really want to understand my abilities, aside from how they can help me get him off."