When he was a kid...mostly. Also when he was an adult. Beau had certain...quirks that people seemed like they just couldn't get over. But that was something for people here to get to know. Things he was sure that would get him laughed at but at the same time? Why did he give a fuck? About the insults yes. Not about being fooled around with. That hit somewhere he didn't like if only because it only taught him he had to straighten out a little bit more to get some respect.
He relaxed even more, shoulders a little less tense than before. "Au moins, tu n'es pas un abruti, oui?" He winked with a toothy grin as the door started to open. Beau imagined it was the handlers coming to check and see if they actually were fighting before he just flicked his hand and the door probably felt like it was sealed shut. Essentially locking them inside for the time being. "Flirter est juste amusant. La prison est funner que cet endroit."
He moved, sliding his back on the wall and sitting on the ground. "Leur temps de réaction est relâché. Putain putain de honte." He looked up at Khalid with a smile, squinting a little with the sun flashing in his eyes.