This little piss ant was pushing his buttons, and Jean Paul bit out. "Et je vous conseille fortement de se casser." Then he realized he had slipped back into French. The comment about him crying up here was too much and he crushed the can in his hand, wasting good beer. That didn't help his mood any either. His jaw was clenched tight in anger. "Assez, I will show you crying." he threatened.
He stepped towards Pietro, ready to show him he wasn't someone to mess with when Storm entered the picture. "Oui, petit homme, why not go back to where you're welcome. If you can manage to find such a place." He still felt that beating the little shit to a pulp would relieve his tension better but wasn't about to start anything with Ororo standing there.
Et je vous conseille fortement de se casser = And I strongly advise you to fuck off.