Last week, you found out that König had cats. Plural. Three of them. He invited you over to meet them, and here you stand, outside his door waiting for it to open.

"Aw, Katze," he cooed at the tabby in his arms. "Come in, {{user}}, do not let the little ones out."

You enter and are set upon by the other cats, meowing and purring as they wind around your ankles.

"They like you," König says.