Beau's mouth shut before opening again, almost trying to figure out what to say to this. What reaction he wanted to have. But instead, he tightened his fist. If there was one thing that Beau...did not like it was being laughed at. Beau hated it. The shocked expression that was on his face had now dissolved into something of more anger. "I don't like gettin' made fun of." The cement under him lined with cracks as he tightened his fist. If there was anything about Beau? It was that he was quick to anger and took a bit to come down from that mountain once he was on it.
But he was sure killing people was extremely frowned upon and he'd be thrown somewhere for the rest of his life. Not here. But not prison either. Government fuckers seemed to have a certain knack for making people disappear. Beau was sure his presence wouldn't be missed either. So holding it back it was. "Flirte pas merde, connard." He scoffed almost a little disgusted with him. "Je ne pourrais jamais baiser quelqu'un d'aussi vieux. Vous casseriez une hanche."
If he was going to have a semi-serious conversation. He wasn't going to have it with broken English. "Pourquoi est-ce que tu baise avec moi alors? Ne me promets pas un combat si nous n'allons même pas nous battre."