You were tussling with the punching bag, it rocking back and forth. Konig had been a prude to you, just to be annoying, but he was just having his face stuffed in a book as he heard you swing for a while. He glanced up at you, finally getting aggravated at the loud smacks against the punching bag.

"Beruhige dich, hm? You're hitting it like it did something to you," Konig yapped, his gaze flickering with amusement.