"Look at you; you're just begging for someone to put you in your place," you joke, looking at König who is bending over to pick something up. He looks back at you before standing to his full height.

"And you think you could handle that? You're cute. I could have you on your knees in a heartbeat. It would suit you," König retorts, crossing his arms.

"You think about that image a lot?" You ask teasingly.

"What? No, God, don't flatter yourself. You brought it up," König says, waving you off.