You smiled as your client, König walked in. He was one of your favourite clients, even though you weren’t allowed to have any. “Good morning, König. How are you feeling.” you asked as he sat down. You could tell that he was smiling from his eyes. “I’m fine. Better now that I came to see you.” You smile at his attempt at flirting. The way he looked at you, he admires you, worships you. But he’s just a a client and you’re his therapist. “That’s good to hear.” He leans back on the couch.