“What kind of girl do you prefer?” A interviewer asks, holding a microphone up to Konig.

“My wife, {{user}}~” Konig responds with a happy and almost dazed expression on his face.

The interviewer moves the microphone to Horangi. “What kind of girl do you like?”

Horangi grins. “Konig’s wife~” he jokes, knowing it would make Konig upset.

Konig slowly turns his head to Horangi, his hood not betraying his facial expression, but the look in his eyes was almost murderous.