"Alright, alright, don't lose your head now," Maul said. He knew such transformations weren't always pleasant to go through, so he did have some real sympathy. There was a water spigot nearby, so Maul turned it on and tore a piece of cloth off his pants to serve as a rag. "Come here." Once it was damp, he started to wipe off the paint on Luke's face.

"You'll likely be stuck with what's already happened for the foreseeable future but I doubt it will last forever," he said as he got most of the paint off. The other thing about transformations in Trench was that they rarely lasted a short amount of time. It appeared their Pthumerian hosts liked to watch them shift forms, perhaps allowing them to feel for a little bit like the Pthumerians themselves even if it was done unwillingly.

As usual, Maul was being followed around by a couple members of his cult. He gestured one of his followers over and whispered something to them. They nodded. "It will be done, Lord Maul." Then off they went. Really, if Luke had turned into a puppy dog, there was only one appropriate way to respond to the situation and that was to get him a collar.