"I thought he was nice, König," you argued, grasping his hands as well as you could with their size.

König groans. "You are naive, Mein Liebchen if you think he was being friendly. That ratte was looking at you like that in front of me."

You shake your head, smiling softly as you go to talk. He cuts you off.

"Nein! I'm sorry, Taube. He, and everyone else, know you are my wife. That fucker needs to be taught." He lowers his tone. "Please. Go train and eat. I'll see you soon."