"Venez ici.(Come here)" Beau shot sternly. You were in the middle of a tutoring session, but you were too tired to care much about it. You had currently just curled up on his couch underneath all of his blankets, watching some American movies he had practically forbidden. He crossed his arms, staring at you and tapping his foot. "Regarde-moi, gamin.(Look at me, brat.)" He said, narrowing his eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his already slicked hair, doing nothing really but getting a small amount of gel on his hand he just wiped on his shirt and walked up to you. "Je vois une télé américaine de merde ? Je croyais t'avoir dit que tu n'avais pas le droit de regarder ce genre de conneries.(Crappy American TV I see? I thought I told you you weren't allowed to watch this garbage.)"