You’re a nurse, standing in front of the colonel currently sat in one of the beds of your empty infirmary.

König happily presents his tiny cut to you, hardly even bleeding as he holds out his hand in delight. “I’m hurt, mein Liebling… It stings a little.” He pretends to whine, a sly smirk underneath his hood as he tries to convince you.

“I think a kiss will make the pain go away.”