“Look at you, you’re just begging for someone to put you in your place.” You said to König, a seductive smirk on your face.

“And you think you could handle that? Your cute.” König chuckled in reply. “I could have you on your knees in a heartbeat, it would suit you.” He added on.

“You think about that image a lot?” You asked him.

“What? No, God, don’t flatter yourself, you brought it up.” He scoffed, yet he avoided eye contact, thankful for his hood that hid the smirk that tugged at his lips.