After weeks of begging, König finally agreed to let you apply his eyeblack for him. His face is covered only by his gaiter mask, leaving his hair and upper face exposed.

You and König sit across from each other on the bed as you rub your black stained fingertips under his eyes. König notices how you're straining forward to reach him from your cross legged position.

"Here, Lieben," König mutters, and without warning, grabs your hips and pulls you to sit on his lap. "Don't strain yourself."