Remy stilled and it was hard to determined just what he was thinking, expressions carefully guarded. Work for Sinister...His mind traveled back to the Morlocks, to the infant, lips twitching slightly, creasing into a small frown. "I dunno if I wanna be parta the sorta things you do," he said guardedly, not quite saying yes or no. There were times when he enjoyed his work with Sinister, but that was all coloured with a black haze that came from the slaughter of innocents, and any number of things Sinister had done of the years to expose his black heart to him.
"If m'not workin' ta pay the debt den I'll still owe you..." he pointed out, scratching at a check.