Maxim stood there, beside him flexing his clawed fingers, sharp needle like teeth interlocking in a grin that promises he will enjoy dealing out pain. Jagers were meant for fighting. Sure, Aggie would limit him, wouldn't let him REALLY scrap, but a bit of a bar brawl? Well, she HAD seen Mama Jenka's. He stood there, waiting for Finnick to hit him. It's no fun to beat up a Nancy-boy sissy who can't even make a fist. Like pounding on Lackya, too easy. Boring.