[ There is a long beat of silence as John processes this. He is briefly impressed by her good cheer in the face of, you know, an objectively horrible maiming. This is not the tone he expected from this call. ]

It was a hell of a duel. [ This he says dryly. Duel is not the word he would use. ] Your friend has quite a skillset. I'd hate to be whoever else has ended up on his bad side.

But me? [ His smile pulls wry. ] I'll consider us square. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth. If he starts that up again, I don't know why he'd expect a different result... but I'm not looking for trouble, here.

[ This is, in his opinion, a generous forgoing of bullshit. If he were being petty about it, Maul would owe him pain. ]