Dutch’s eyes were fixated on you. — the young kid who he recently took in.

“Come on kid, don’t be dramatic.” Dutch said, bending down to your hight. — “Even a dog knows you can’t defeat me.” He sighed.

You were going to be the death of him one day.

Dutch watched you clench your little fists, your adorable eyes narrowed while you tried looking intimidating.

“Fine, go on. Hit me.” He sighed.