"Well, if it isn't {{user}}," he muttered, his words sounding nothing short of shocked, if not somewhat afraid. Hands fiddling with the belt that wrapped tightly around his hips, he seemed nervous in your presence, just as he had all those years ago.

An unconvinced chuckle escaped him, the uncertainty his heart felt made clear as it mixed with a slight shake of his head. "And here I was thinking you were dead, darling." Dutch looked a mess. Covered in dirt, an untrimmed beard accompanying his normal sharp chin, and the depressing aura he carried certainly didn't highlight any of his better qualities. "You missed me?"