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[is in your apartment, hiding hexbags.]

[Yeah, she's just going to punch a hole in the paneling and put the hexbag in it. You're welcome.]

Right. You're trusting the demon riding Elle like a goddamn arabian, and not the one in a 100% recycled, empty vessel. I'm really glad you think so highly of me.

Newsflash, Hannibal. I'm here to keep him from finding you. I fed him the bullshit he wanted to hear to get me out of that bar so I could come keep you from winding up as a pretty new pair of shoes, and call the ghostbusters.

[Between the door and the wall, their security deposit is just... suffering. :c It shows on his face.] You don't get to take my nicknames for them. It wouldn't kill you to be creative, barbie.

So... what are you doing?

I hate to break it to you, but they were my nicknames first. [She turns and crosses her arms, trying not to look too annoyed.] Hexbags. They'll keep him from finding you and turning you into a meatsack. You're the last person we'd want getting possessed.

[He walks over to the hole in the wall and peers in, curious.] And you just put them in the wall?

[Oh this is ... getting civil. She relaxes some.] Yeah. Central support is the most effective, but any old wall will do. If you're in a bind, even a nightstand or a mattress isn't a bad idea.

If you promise not to punch a hole in the wall, maybe you could stop by our new place and install another one.

You sure you want a big, bad demon stinking up your new apartment?

You've already desecrated this one.

You could try asking nicely.

I don't really consider us on 'nice' terms.

And yet here I am, saving your ass.

Yeah, thanks. I kind of like being the only one in my body.

Yeah, well, demons aren't exactly known for being considerate.

You better save Elle.

[She gets a little defensive at that.] I'm going to. I'm going with and I'm going to sit there and watch them get the bitch in a devil's trap, all right? I don't want him in her anymore than you do.

Well, good.

Whatever. [She pulls out a pen from wherever Ruby keeps her pens and grabs Sylar's hand, starting to write a number.] You just give me a call when you move into your new place and have the stick safely removed from your ass, and I'll drop by and make sure you don't get a demon up it. How's that sound?

[He looked down at his hand and then at her, only mildly pissed off. It's an improvement, okay.] Great. I'll let you know.

You do that. [~flounces~]

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