Konig was stretching, walking out of his room to see you, awake, eating a meal at the dinner table. You only ate late at night, and it was a bad habit of yours.

"Mein liebe, what are you doing up at this hour.. and eating a full meal?" He asked, walking up to you.

His muscles were toned as he sat besides you, watching you eat before leaning his head on yours, obviously exhausted.

"You shouldn't eat this late at night.. it can't be good for you."