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[ Even as useful as she knows it is by now -- she has the experience to know how this works -- she tries to struggle against the telekinetic hold. No good. When the scenery changes, she settles for holding Miss Moppet tighter like she's protecting the poor little kitten from the world. After a minute to make sure the cat's safe, she shoots a seething glare at Sylar. ]

You're psychotic.

[Spike's watching Passions and clutching a pillow to his chest. He's really into this episode even if he's seen it at least 50 times. Suddenly, his vision's obscured and that just won't do. He raises the remote and looks up to see -- Sylar and Claire, and a kitten...]

Hello, pet. [he says with something of a frown, looking from Claire to Sylar.] Didn't know we were having guests, mate.

Really? Huh. I thought I told you. [Sylar knows better than to question Spike's choices in television. Especially since he does the same damn thing when watching Desperate Housewives. He launches into giving Claire a tour like it's the most normal thing in the world.] Anyway, Claire, this is Spike. You know each other, don't you? Of course you do.

You should really see the kitchen. [Arm still around her shoulder, he starts ushering her to said kitchen.] It's to die for. I think you'll really like what we've done with it.

We've met. Hi, Spike. [ She shoots a sarcastically sweet smile at Sylar and then quickly shifts her attention to Spike, exaggeratedly making a retarded face that screams "HELP ME" as she gets dragged out from in front of the TV by Sylar. God her life. It's pretty obvious by her body language that there is nothing interesting about this tour to her. ] Yeah. It's great. Can I go now?

Uh.. everything alright, luv? [He switches off the TV and gets up to follow them to the kitchen.]

[Sylar continues on with the tour like this is the most fun Claire has ever had in her entire life. He's s-so enthusiastic about it he seems even crazier than usual.] You're right, we'll be spending plenty of time in the kitchen later. We should go upstairs! [Guess where she's being ushered now.] It'd probably be rude to let you into Brian and Spike's rooms, but you can see mine. Mine's the one with the window anyway. You need to see the view, it's really something.

That depends on your definition of all ri-- [ Except she's being ushered upstairs now and she shoots a look over her shoulder at Spike, trying to scramble away. ] No! This is not even in the same zip code as all right! [ Her tone enters shriek-y, "save me" territory. ] SPIKE!

[O.O Spike is following them upstairs now, trying to squeeze in between Sylar and Claire.]

Gabe, I think you're scaring our guest a bit. Maybe we could all have a sit down.

[Sylar doesn't know what to be offended by most, because ... there's a lot to be offended by here. Like Spike trying to ruin his lovefest with Claire. And calling him Gabe. But since he knows enough to know Spike won't go anywhere now that he's decided to ~involve himself~, he snatches Miss Moppet away from Claire before removing himself from her completely.]

Fine. Let's sit down. We can talk about the kind of pie we're going to make.

[ She'll settle on having Miss Moppet snatched away and throw the cat under the bus in order to hide behind Spike a little -- okay, she'd probably prefer to word it like putting Spike strategically between her and Sylar, but whatever. It's hiding. ]

You mean the one that I'm going to bake broken glass into and shove down your throat? [ She begins to creep backwards down the stairs. ] We're not going to sit anywhere, I'm getting out of here.

[ Then she turns her gaze up a little pathetically to Spike, looking for sympathy. ] He just came to my house and dragged me here and I don't even know how he got there! I just wanna go home.

[Spike checks his pockets for his lighter and only finds his Zippo. Rolling his eyes and holding out a hand to Sylar, he says,] Give it back, you prat.

[ And now she's scandalized at Spike. } He got it from you? He could have used it to go ... to go ... I don't know, kill someone?

He doesn't kill people anymore. And he stole it from me! It's not like I gave it to him with a blueprint to go kidnap you.

I'm going to be in the kitchen. [He calls to either of them like they even give a shit about his life. Him and Miss Moppet will just sit at the table and have deep conversations about life. She's the only one who understands him 8( ]