[Realizing that West used the room more than he had expected, he dropped the subject. It felt too awkward to ask for a place to stay, especially given that his warden would know where he was regardless.]

"How have you been, otherwise?" [Again the conversation had hit a lull, an awkward point where each probably realized that they didn't know the other as much as they liked to think they did. Sylar often opted to ignore these subtle hints, instead choosing to pursue what might have been a dead friendship. If it was even that.] "I.. never pictured you as a cook."