"..I wasn't trying to be funny.." Dietre flushed as Violet chastised him, but did not apologize. He was jealous of anyone stealing her positive focus from him. In a group, his cut of her attention dwindled. He frowned down at his feet, a hand clenching and unclenching in nervous agitation by his side.
Being told to 'shut the fuck up' took him aback slightly. He wasn't used to such bluntness, his father had been more eloquent in his attacks against him, aiming for emotional damage. The feral's attempts to insult him paled in comparison, but did their job to get Dietre angry. Klavier bared his teeth again, snapping at the air as D glared hatefully at the blond.
He couldn't help but hiss under his breath, "You're still wearing a collar, aren't you?" It might not be one of the island's usual sort for keeping mutant's in line, but to D, a collar was a collar. Icy eyes cut quickly to the dark haired man who had stepped up beside the feral. The man had no collar, and to Dietre, looked human enough. The air of command about him made it clear to him that he had some power over the blond. D muttered, turning his gaze back on to the ocean. "..Looks like some one owns you. Poor tastes."