They looked on as Logan circled them, amusement clear on their face. They were well aware of what he could do thanks to Rogue's memories, but that also left no doubt that he would do everything in his power to protect her so those metal claws of his? They didn't factor into the equation, not if he wanted Rogue to live.
"You can start by keeping still," they advised him, "no? Alright but it would probably make her feel better if you willingly died rather than make her watch us kill you." They could feel Rogue more so than before, her consciousness right under the surface after Logan had yelled out her name. She was still weak, though, and it was easy enough to keep her from taking back control.
They moved forward again in an attempt to wrap their arms around Logan but now that he was aware of what was going on, he didn't hesitate to get of the way this time around. That was going to be severely annoying. Their lips pulled down into a small frown. "Yeah, that's not going to get old fast," they muttered when Logan moved out of reach yet again, making them wish they had their original bodies.
They headed for the car and ripped off the hood, throwing it Logan's way. It obviously didn't hit him but it served as the distraction they intended it to be. They reached inside and ripped out the first piece of metal their hand landed on. "We don't have time for this so we'll give you a choice, Logan. You willingly let us touch you, or we kill the girl." They placed the jagged edge of the engine piece at their throat and smirked. "It's completely up to you."
They had no intention of killing Rogue, not physically, but they were more than willing to slit her throat. Logan cared enough about her to let them borrow his healing ability if it came down to that. Father's creations were so predictable and foolishly sentimental.