Mason hadn't expected Victor to take a break from his play and come over to him, it was something he'd never ask for. However, something or another had brought the green man over here anyway. He half glared up at him, a question of 'why' seeming to be in his eyes. He seemed to accept the action that happened, but currently didn't return it for a reason he didn't choose to vocalize. "Yer gettin' me all wet." He told him needlessly, though one might notice his voice got a little softer, not quite as sharp and gruff as it had been.
However, as the newcomer moved closer he frowned again, not saying a word, however, looking between him and that kid. Apparently he liked the looks of the kid, it didn't take a fuckin' rocket scientist to figure that one out. The kid was easy on the eyes, but Mason had a notion he carried a lot of emotional baggage and it wasn't anything he would want to deal with for any long amount of time, he had his own goddamned troubles and plenty of them.
"Heh. Kid's scared shitless." He muttered under his breath, probably loud enough to hear, only if one was listening though. He sounded almost amused by the fact, as if it was something he didn't mind watching at all. It was the only comment he made, though he gave a slight rather mirthless chuckle at the look he gave his green companion. "And apparently has his panties in a bundle too, great combination." Oh, he probably shouldn't have said anything, but that really just slipped out, and as far as Mason was concerned, he looked like the type that might wear panties.
He shook his head and quieted down, eyes slipping over to the duet in the water for a moment, his hand slipping down into his swim trunks as he retracted a box of cigarettes, peering back up at Victor now, looking half sheepish, almost as if he expected to be scolded for actually sounding off.