Sylar seems to have forgotten that in this body he's not actually intimidating, but never mind. We're sure anyone could be intimidating with a fifteen-inch serrated breadknife.

And he may not have the same face, but he can pull off the same laser-focused, fascinated, interrogative stare.

"I hope you paid for those," he says levelly, already moving forwards, wasting no time. This is going to have to be like Brian Davis' murder -- the first, horribly intimate murder, like every new one will be until he finds another telekinetic or something analogous -- and he wants it to be quick.