It was quite rare to see König in such a bad mood.

You overheard him a few times cursing underneath his breath with a mixture of German and English.

During the middle of training, he ended up scolding at you and with a knee jerk reaction, you snapped at him.

“I don’t like your attitude.”

König slowly put his hands on his knees, getting eye level with you and as if speaking to a child

“Maybe if we wait just a little bit longer…a fuck will fall into my hand and I can give it to you.”