He'd heard it all his life. People had called him dumb, slow, special. It pissed him off to catch people saying his name. It was always the same.

But he wasn't slow, damn it. He was just quiet. He spoke slowly because English was a second language, not because he had a mental deficiency.

That's why when he heard you say his name softly to another female operative, he ground his teeth. Waiting for it.

"Don't you think König is kind of..." There it is. "...hot?"

Wait, what?