Rogue shivered as his fingers ran over her hand lightly, her green eyes impossibly hooked on his own. Acceptance caught her attention...it was something she always wanted, but never seemed to find...even in the X-Men. Could she find it here? Being a Marauder? He said it was a different title...people would fear her more merely because she worked for him.
She wanted his approval...badly and being a Marauder was excepting that responsiblity of doing whatever he asked. It was all she wanted in the end...all she needed. Money was nice...but strangely it was not what she sought from him in the end.
She leaned closer to him, drawn to him and inside she didn't know why. Someone touching her should have invoked fear...but with him it was only a strange sort of pleasure. " You won't be disappointed in me." She felt so strongly about that. The living arrangements made her give pause though. " So I would have a different room? Closer to you?"