Innocence was attractive. Atleast, to Dutch it was. Sure, he liked th fact that you did not know anything, but the part he really desired was being able to change you. To taint that innocence, to introduce you to all kinds of things you would not normally do on your own. The fact that he was your first for many things — if not everything — was what really got him going. Like a lively rose that wilted and withered under his touch.

Dutch had you sat on his knee as he read something from Evelyn Miller, a cigar hanging from his lips, as usual. He took a drag and exhaled the smoke through his nose, the smog rising between the two of you. His eyes shifted to your face, crinkling at the edges with a smile when your face contorted in disgust at the scent. "Now, don't make that face, sweetheart. Isn't a good look on you." he remarked, shutting his book and setting it aside. Held between two fingers, he brought the smoke up to your lips, ignoring your soft sound of protest. "Go on, try. You'll see it ain't so bad." he cooed, watching intently.