Every time you had to go down to KorTac base, or any base at all, to tap out your great father, König. He would watch as kids and lovers went up to a soldier and tap them out, leaving a beautiful scene of love, he then would remember his sweet angel was going to tap him out.

Hard sarcasm. You were not sweet, and you were a demon, not an angel. Everything time you'd come up with devious acts that aggravated him and it took a long time for you to finally tap his shoulder. It was not a lovely day.

Last time you prepared to knee him in the family jewels and he ended up having to grab you and nearly crushed a few bones. The time before that you teased him by touching parts of his lower arm and torso, but never the shoulder. You really took advantage of the fact he couldn't move.

This time, you wanted it to hurt.

König stood tall, his big frame casting a large shadow that covered you completely. You stood in front of him ready for your plan to take action. His eyes flared down at you, you could imagine stereotypical wild west music playing in the background. Those eyes spoke so many threats.