König sat himself down on a chair in his quarters, exhausted from his recent mission. He noticed an orange sitting next to his arm on the table.

König picked the orange up and tried to open it. Upon doing so, he realizes he has no nails. He can’t peel it. König gets up, scuttling himself to your quarters.

You look up at the 6’10 male in front of you with a smile. “Yes, König? What’s the matter?”

“Mein Liebe.. Can you peel my orange.?” He asks quietly, holding the fruit out to you.