Dietre caught one of Mason's comments as he had left. He chose not to respond, silently seething instead, his spine rigid. He calmed slightly once he had distanced himself, giving Violet subtle puppy dog eyes. He was reluctant to go much farther into the water, but now he worried that if he didn't, the group of men by the umbrella would seize it up as something else to mock about him.
"..I wasn't...'run out'." Ah, denial. He mentally kept his fingers crossed that no one but Violet heard that. He cleared his throat, shrugging. "It was getting rather crowded, and I thought you'd like a bit of company.."
He waded out a little more, the water just above his knees. He stopped there, not quite trusting the push and pull of the waves. He eyed Violet, looking sulky. "You come closer." It seemed he wanted to make a compromise. He glanced over his shoulder at the others, hoping they weren't paying attention.
It was so very hot, maybe it would be alright to sit amongst the waves, rather than swim. Dietre lowered himself down, relieved by the relative coolness of the water. It reached his ribs now and that seemed good enough to him. He angled himself in a way that he could keep an eye on the group on shore and Violet at the same time.