"Ignorant fuckers." He muttered, helping to haul Kyle out of the sand and dusting himself off before mindlessly turning to the stuffy, impudent, teenager who was hanging around Violet's side now. His eyes sought out the smaller moron's, knowing that he had many things holding him above the other in many ways. "Violet, keep your new puppy on his leash a little tighter or someone might just cut off his tail for his impudence. Don't bring him around us if he wants to keep his head, and we'll avoid him as well. Good day, Lady." He gave a half bow to her, never once taking his eyes off D, before turning towards the wolf. "You're always welcome at my compound. Have a good day."
He turned back to Kyle, reaching out and lightly touching the feral's shoulder. "I believe it's that time. I'll help you to the jet."