Cool his jets was never really something Beau was particularly good at. But finding some chill for the time being was something he could find himself used to. It was how he lived his life. From one bout of anger to another. There was no in-between. That was a lie. He could "find his chill" eventually. But he straightened himself up for the most part, visibly trying to figure out what the hell was going on here and more in fact what this guy was up to for messing with him. It was something he was certain would "get cleared up" for that he was certain. Or he'd glare at him every chance he got.
A joke. His brain registered it briefly before he loosened his fist, seeming visibly like he was trying to calm down a bit. "Pas drôle, mon ami." He painfully gritted out because he just knew that he was going to end up on the ground again if he continued the way he was going. He wished it wasn't true. But it was. It'd be the third time since he'd gotten there and he'd only been there a day. If he was going for a record he was sure to be beating anyone else's right now as he forced a bit of a grin.
"Ennuyeux, oui. Je peux déjà dire." But it was always going to be better than prison. Or for the most part until they did some bullshit like he was certain would happen. "Première personne que j'ai vu sans tatouages de visage et un shiv. Pourriez-vous me blâmer? Il avait l'air assez décent." He looked around for a moment before down at the ground, studying the cracks for a moment.