Sinister chuckled, breath hot on her gloved hand as he held it hovering so close to his lips, "I have been pondering the granting of a single wish were it in my capabilities... and did not negate any previous contracts."
The hand on her waist shifted subtly, stretching his fingers to widen the surface upon which he could feel the softness of her body beneath her clothing. It did not slip too low, it did not move from from that place just between her hip and the small of her back. His head titled slightly and with it the warmth of the air moved like a whisper of silk would across her bare skin.
Rogue would get rewarded, but Malice... Malice had to be put away for a while. He couldn't have her own tastes compromising his newest insights into her host. Malice's reward... would be continued service and possibly a host body designed and cloned from the finest of human and mutant genes... someday.