This is usually the part where people start screaming

Sylar, well aware of his current state, elected to risk it anyway. The healing factor might be able to bring him back but it didn't dull any pain that came with being electrocuted. Stepping out of the shower, a towel was pulled around his waist, eyes never having left Elle's. Though he might be towering over her, for once it wasn't meant in intimidation. She didn't need to be scared of him, not right then, at the very least.

Leaning down, his lips found her own, pressing firmly against them. He wasn't being rough with Elle. And he knew, already, that she wanted more than just actions, she wanted the words to go along with them. Drawing back, his eyes opened against, arms still down at his waist. "I want you to stay," he managed to get out, some of the confidence returning to his voice. "It's a start...isn't it?"