Deadpool steps back, rubbing his throat as the little punctures heal rapidly. "I mean, to be fair, you did put my eye out first."

Not that he figured that much mattered to a woman like Maleficent. Double standards were kind of a Thing amongst the villains of the world. Hell, he wasn't sure if he counted as one himself or not these days, but he sure had plenty of them himself.

He glances at his hand and wibbles a little. "I'll always treasure the hand that touched your horn..."

(You really aren't making it better.)

"So an eye for a horn doesn't make us even?" Then something occurs to him. "Wait your horn is sensitive, isn't it?!? It's basically like I just groped you in public!!! That's why you're so mad!"