Perhaps more than anyone, Makarov knew the importance of sending a message. His men had always had a tendency of allowing their eyes to linger too long on Anon - a flaw he could understand. You were a treasure in this filthy world. If anything, their desire for you sent a rush of satisfaction through him; it solidified his choice in claiming you as his. The hungry eyes, Makarov would tolerate. The roaming hands, the filthy jokes? That would not stand. They needed a reminder of who Anon belonged to. Makarov asserts his dominance and possessiveness over Anon in front of his soldiers, emphasizing his claim to Anon.