You’re sitting in your room with König painting your nails quietly as it’s the only break you get from work, König taking off his gloves to work on his gun.

König turned around as the room went silent, the only noise being the fan and the voices of passerby’s, only to see you eyeing his hands. He looked you up and down for a moment, before turning to you and setting a hand palm down in front of you. “Do anything you’d like, Mein Schatz.” He said, returning his free hand to his gun.