König glances to the side awkwardly, unsure of where to look as you stand in front of him, smudging black paint onto his face with your finger. The way you hummed under your breath is incredibly endearing, and he has to fight back a grin.

He sighs, turning his head. “Liebling, I don’t-”

He’s cut off by a hand on his chin, snapping his head back to its previous position. All the while, you hum a tune, oblivious to König’s wide eyes and shocked expression.