James couldn't exactly show Mauve what he could do because of his limiter. It was a little frustrating that his was the temperature reading kind so any sort of produced heat was going to set it off and then Rachel was going to be up his ass. It was annoying but he was used to it.
"You really want to fight me?" James asked, not exactly backing down because sparring was probably the closest he was going to get to enjoying himself at this point. It took the pyrokinetic a few moments to wrap his hand in bandages to protect his knuckles. He figured that it would also help when it came to cushioning any blows.
"Come on," James beckoned her as he lifted his arms and closed his fists. It was the usual fighting stance - as if he was about to box and in a way he was. There was no rule about "hitting girls" because they were all agents here and he had a feeling that Mauve could defend herself. It was easy to throw his right arm out, swinging at Mauve, waiting to see if she was going to either move back or duck.