Sylar

He flashed her a wolfish grin at the way she put that, though the expression was short-lived, there and then gone, fading into something unreadable a moment later. Again, he hesitated, finger still pointed viciously at her forehead, though unmoving, and then he sighed, dropping his hand away. He let her down directly there after, letting her fall from where he'd pinned her unceremoniously, and turned on his heels a sneer tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'd tell you to get out, but it's your damn house."