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[Or you can leave him an email or a text. He's up on all that, honest.]

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Faith laughs, open and genuinely happy, leaning down to press a kiss to Sylar's cheek. "Gotta say, not hating having a guy who can do that shit with his mind."

Tilting her neck to the side, she laughs again. "God, what a rush." She feels strong, feels good; hell, she feels happy. It's a good night. Fisting a hand in Sylar's hair, she tugs his head up for a kiss, then stands, grin teasing. "Later for that, babe. Right now, think you promised me steaks."

On anyone else, that might be a rejection; for Faith, it might as well be a declaration of her intentions.