You were being watched. You knew this.

Dutch’s gaze was glued onto your form as you worked. He sat comfortable in his chair, leaning back as if it were a throne. A cigar was firmly planted between his lips, and he took occasional puffs. This was his personal show.

“I think you missed a spot.” He finally spoke up, gesturing a dismissive hand to some dust upon his fireplace. In reality, he didn’t really care if it was clean or not. He just wanted an excuse to watch.