Yeah, no. Seventy-thirty didn't seem like a good numbered split to him and Peter shook his head to say so, water falling from his hair and dripping down the bridge of his nose. This was so not cool.
"A pretty big one," he responded, because John was always kind of an asshole and even when pranks were made in good fun, it could still be assholery. And Quill wasn't really mad or anything, although he did feel pretty stupid about that whole flirting thing, but look, there was no way he could have known that John was a woman now. Even in most of the universe that sort of thing happening randomly wasn't normal.
And to be fair, he was kind of an asshole too, because John stepping nearer had Quill dropping to the ground in order to sweep her feet out from underneath her.