Konig watched you as you snipered multiple enemies at once with a simple rifle, admiring your skill. He smiled through his hood.

— "good.. you're nice."

he mumbled to you before going behind you, holding his hands over yours as he fixed your position, guiding your hands.

— "Du brauchst nur Übung, Liebling."

he whispered, his Austrian accent simply rolling off his tongue. He knew you could do it yourself, but he wanted to touch you on purpose.