Dutch found it difficult to hide the smirk on his lips as he watched your frustrated expression — your own eyes locked on the chess board set between you both.

You'd made the mistake of challenging him to a game of two. Currently, he was beating you so badly it was surprising that he hadn't been taken away for assault.

Whenever your fingers would hover above a piece, his expression would change minutely, always shifting just enough for you to question what you were doing.