“I’m not wearing that.” König insisted as you happily held up a Christmas jumper your mother had so kindly kitted for him.

You told her that he could rarely find clothes that fit him good enough due to his size and build, so she went through the trouble of making one special.

“Please!? My mother worked so hard on it” you pleaded

Konig shook his head, “neon, mein schatz, it is…eh…ugly.”