You and Arthur have had tension the past couple of weeks. Yet you were Dutch's daughter, nothing could happen between you both.

Dutch sent you both to spy on the Mayor for a while in Saint Denis, both of you being who he trusted most. If it couldn't get worse, you both had to share a hotel room with only one bed.

Just back from the Mayors party, you struggle to unzip the back of your dress in the mirror.

Arthur stands a few feet behind you, watching your reflection struggle from the doorway. You looked tempting, but he knew he couldn't. You were Dutch's daughter, for Christ's sake.