Okay, Khalid couldn't keep it up anymore. The expression on Beau's face was too good. The look of bemusement that transitioned into slack-jawed shock and then the reply in French? Khalid lost it. Absolutely lost it. He tried to hold it together, choking back the laughter because he wanted to reply with something to keep the joke going a little longer, but he couldn't do it. It was too good. In French. Khalid couldn't have hoped for a better response.
"Ohhhhh FUCK, I wish you coulda seen your face just now!" he gasped out between bouts of laughter. He actually had to lean a hand against the wall as he tried to recover his composure. There were tears in the corner of his eyes from laughing so hard. "Oh, man. Pardon. Je baise juste avec toi."
Khalid raised a hand to his face and wiped at his eyes. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. 'Old man'. Khalid squeezed his eyes shut and let out a little giggle at that. He couldn't wait to relay that part in particular to Rory, who constantly chastised Khalid for calling himself old. Vindicated at last! Finally, outside confirmation that he was indeed an old man!
"Oh my word, you were so ready. Incredible. Je ne veux pas te baiser, désolé."
Khalid almost regretted not bringing Rory outside to witness the 'altercation' but the nice part about being a telepath was being able to relay the whole thing with ease later.