"Mmm... what am I thankful for?" he drawled, leaning back and taking a few puffs of his cigar, taking his time to give you a reply. "Well, I suppose i'm pretty thankful for the fact that I get to look at that fine face of yours." Dutch purred with grin, looking rather proud of himself for that one. "...among other things." he added, allowing his gaze to shamelessly rake down your form, the deep sound of laughter rumbling in his chest.

Dutch was never this forward with you. Atleast, not usually. But, the scent of whiskey radiating off of him told you that this was anything but usual. That explained his... bluntness.