Sylar was poised on the brink of possibly kissing Claire when a mischievous smirk came to the cheerleader's lips and she spoke. His smoldering look was replaced by a playful one and he pulled back a bit as Claire shook her head and turned away to hide a blush that she hadn't quite been able to keep away from Sylar. Lips twitched as he regarded her for a moment and then he let his eyes flicker around the place Claire had shacked herself up in, it wasn't very impressive at all and not something he would have chosen to spend his time in, especially in France.<strong>"Why are you following me?"</strong>He suddenly asked, his tone cool but not angry, it was as though he were merely curious.<br/><br/>Curious as to what possible reason Claire could have to keep tabs on him. Since they always happened to run into eachother nearly all the time. First when she had been a regular cheerleader, then when he'd tried to stalk her for her power, then when he had actually found her and taken her power and now this. He had no further use for Claire and yet she was still in his general vicinity, there had to be some reason.<strong>"Did you need something from me?"</strong>Sylar asked, glancing over in her direction as he picked up a piece of mail addressed to Claire from a random person that was not a bill but more a personal letter...perhaps something the cheerleader didn't want him or anyone else to read.<br/><br/>In which case it would make it all the more interesting to him. Sylar let his fingers slide across the envelope as he slowly started to open the letter, hoping to reveal the contents of what was inside before Claire could stop him.