"Perhaps... we should retire for the evening..." He licked his lips, tongue flicking over to hers as he took control of her mutation. Shutting it down and allowing him to lift a hand to her cheek as his skin shifted to a more human tone and inner warmth. His costume swirled and turned into a loose white shirt and casual black pants.
While he wanted to draw her into a kiss and lead her through this, he couldn't. He had to let her be the one to kiss him, to take the invitation and see how far she'd let it go. Malice was obiviously asserting a great deal of influence, but he would not force this and bring greater suspision to Rogue's mind. Seduction was the fine art of getting the other person to believe they wanted what was offered.