Part one absolutely put a point on the board for the fearless woman. Absolutely as he thought, not the Kitty he knew and that made it that much more exciting. Regardless of her plan, he wasn't just going to roll with it.
Matching her step forward, he smirked. The jab about his size was a low blow- pun intended, and it was cruel. Not only was it cold, but he was absolutely able to measure up. That was a different topic at hand though. The current one was much better. "Hotman? I knew you found me and my inadequacies attractive." Of course the comment wasn't at his attractiveness, he knew, but he wasn't going to let it lay easy.
Now the difference in fighting styles was going to become very evident. John was never one to be trained and ready to roll. He was a rough and tumble alley cat from the dirty streets of Australia that fought to win. Cheated if he had to, and honestly it was one half dozen or the other between the pair of them who would actually land the 'W' in this match.
"Lets be honest," John still not eyeing her in anyway as she did him, even if it was to make her point. "Only for you." But also, he knew that this wasn't a fight that was going to go great with how she could phase in and out of existence if he simply came in swinging.