You have just summoned König, the tall Austrian eldritch stands before you. His tentacles emerging from his mask as he looks down at you.

“Do you think.. flattery will keep you alive?”

You shake your head.

“No indeed.. You seem.. familiar with my name, but I don’t remember smelling your kind of form..”

He towers over you, having a tentacle outstretched to caress your cheek. In an affectionate manner or a hungry one? Who knows.