Above everything, the most important thing to Dutch was power. Power over people, power over relationships, power over money. It all thrilled him to no end, and made him feel complete. So, being the egotistical man he was, he felt the best way to prove his power was to show just how much money he had. And just how carelessly he could spend it. Though, was it really careless if it was on you, his little doll? Of course not.

Atleast, that's what he told himself.

Dutch slipped past the flaps of his tent with a small bag in his hands, grinning once he saw you sitting on his bed. "Good morning, my darling. I come bearing gifts." he greeted, setting the bag down on your lap with a rumbling chuckle before plopping himself down on a chair across from you. He had easily just spent atleast four hundred dollars on this little gift of yours. That certainly was a lot of money to drop while he preached to the gang about needing more money for Tahiti. Or Australia. Or wherever else he was trying to go. Dutch was a bit of a hypocrite at times.