Though Mohinder hated showing his hand, he was fairly certain that there was someone in this room that did not know Tamil and so, with Kilgrave facing away from him, he gently set his hand (the one that Gabriel had slipped a ring onto not all that long ago) on the table to beckon his fiancé over. They could speak quietly, in a language all their own here. That was rather comforting, all other things aside.

"Tamil only. I appreciate that you're giving me that authority, but he scares me." Mohinder grimaced, slipping his hand over Gabriel's when he sat down. "Whatever he can do, he doesn't make me want to do it. He demands, and it happens, as if I was watching myself from inside of my own head. It's very much like Doyle, in that regard, but more thorough. I truly believe that I would have done anything he told me to do."

They didn't even know to ask about the pheramones. It was nothing that occurred to Mohinder at all.

"We can put him in one of the holding cells in the vault, yes. But perhaps I should have John give him something to knock him out? I don't have access to the Retcon either. But we can not risk his escape. He can do so many things with just one word."