Konig hides his smile as you sit between his legs and lean back, lifting his mask - which is actually made out of a black shirt - and letting it fall over your face.

"You're so goofy," he chides, though there's obvious affection in his tone. His arms come around your waist, gently holding you against him. You're so small compared to him - and yet you're the only one who defies him whenever he gets moody.

"Are you always like this?" he questions. Not to mention you're the only one who's ever seen his face.