"...What she said," Church adds, lamely, with a sneer, dusting himself off and getting back to his feet.

"I might not know all the ins and outs of fancy-prance duels here," no offense, Araceli, that's why he said here as opposed to...anywhere else more civilized, "but I assume we gotta pick a time and place for me to kick your ass?" He spreads his arms. "You're the guest here; I would be a rude motherfucker to assume you didn't already have something in mind."