A quiet growl and someone else's hands on your hips. A pair of blue eyes look directly into yours, and heavy breathing is heard from under the fabric of the mask.

"Take off that damn..." before Koenig could finish, you put your finger to his muzzle and shushed him with the words "Don't bark."

The man's muscles visibly tensed with shame at this situation, and his eyebrows furrowed, but he obediently fell silent.