"Yez," he agreed, still grinning. "Hy iz Maxim." He twitched his clawed fingers at him in a friendly wave. Then he raised his hand, settling his hat firmly on his head, and crouched, ready to pounce. Long purple hair flowed down his back, a few shades darker than his skin. His eyes were a shade between the two. He looked dangerous.
With a yell, he launched himself at the Doctor, hands extended. He left his sword sheathed at his side; this was a friendly fight. He didn't want to hurt him. Not badly. The Mistress wasn't here to put him back together.