"Being a member of a team is a sign of acceptance and respect, is it not? The Marauders are known as my enforcers, my agents. Calling yourself a Marauder invokes my name, my reputation. My authority."
He continued to keep his eyes on hers even as the course was changed. "Much as calling yourself an X-Man would invoke their reputation and respect afforded them in their circle of peers, being a Marauder will invoke the same within a far larger and more dangerous circle of peers. A man who wouldn't blink at attempting to take out a lone X-Man will hesitate at doing the same to a lone Marauder. If only because he knows my retribution will be swift, followed by a very, very long time of pain and humiliation."
Sinister swirled his glass, "You don't have to, of course. But there is a difference between saying you work for me and saying you are a Marauder. Plenty of people work for me. The Marauders are the elite. And again, the benefits are generous. Money is no object and you can indulge whatever whim you care to have so long as it does not interfere with my work."
He pitched his voice low and smiled softly, free hand coming over to run fingers suggestively over the back of her gloved hand, "And the living arrangements are much, much nicer..."