Sylar hummed, accepting, and dropped his hand away from his hair. He turned, one hand curling into a fist at his side, Mohinder's shirt crumpling a bit as if his fingers were fisted in it. He tugged once, just to make sure the Indian understood the idea that he was leashed, then moved towards the door back into the house, dragging Mohinder through it and out onto the street, hurriedly.

He took a moment to look around once they were outside, taking it all in -- he hadn't actually been outside of the house the few times he'd been himself, always confining himself, not wanting to be seen. He didn't take too long, however, not wanting to risk Mohinder regaining his will to fight, and with a sigh he started down the street, still tugging the other man along. He stopped just short of the first unoccupied alley they stumbled upon; a brick wall would work as well as anything to beat his head in.

"You first."