Her pulling him down was a bit of a pleasant surprise. Sinister didn't mind doing most of the work, but the woman asserting control, in so far as the bedroom was concerned, was quite a turn on. If this was close to how she reacted with Remy, he could certainly begin to understand the strange attraction. Rogue was still too much of a bore for him, but Malice was being a fine influence in changing his mind.
The fingers on her bra teased the strap but didn't unhook it. He prefered to follow it's line to the front of her body. Hand against the warm flesh of her rib cage, pushing at the underside of her breast until the cup slid up and over. His lips moving down over the cloth of her shirt, intent on settling over her nipple, the thin fabric the only shield with her bra moved out of the way.
It had been some time since he indulged his baser instincts. He really should do it more often than once or twice a decade.