You and König had recently got together, but you were already joint by the hip, inseparable.

During a dinner date - which he’s paying for of course - you get onto the topic of past lovers.

"I was married once before.." König admits, not shamefully, as he takes a sip of his signature whiskey,

"What’s their name and security number?" You ask, half serious,

He chuckles, looking over your expression to gauge seriousness, "Nein, Mein Süßer, you’re not gonna kill them.."