You had something to tell him, König, but you had already forgotten when you had found him in the armoury, his heavier gear on the floor, a cloth in his hand, skilfully cleaning his gun free of the blood which was splattered all over it. Even seated he was so tall. Powerful. It made your cheeks flush. You raised your knuckles to the open door to knock, but before they even made contact he spoke. His perception still surprised you, terrified you.

"Come in, Schatz."

That nickname practically had you on your knees, it would be insignfiicant if it didn't roll off his tongue dripping with ownership like that.