Great. Not only was this guy a pain in his ass, but he was a French pain in his ass. Pietro didn't agree with many of America's points of views. They were arrogant and stupid, but they had at least been right about the French. Did he really that that prissy language was intimidating? Pietro was almost tempted to insult the man in Romanian. Then he would be able to hear what a real language sounded like.
The single step towards Quicksilver was enough to push the hot-tempered mutant over the edge and unfortunately, there was no ever-calm presence of Wanda to place a hand on his shoulder and keep him from doing something foolish. In a second, he was almost nose-to-nose with Jean-Paul, glaring into his face just as Storm arrived.
Of course, ever the nosy henchman of Xavier to keep his little X-Pets in line. "It's a good thing that no one was asking you then, Ororo, isn't it?" he replied sharply, only barely turning to look at the white haired woman. He wasn't afraid of either of them. Never had and never would be.