König was your friend. Both of you often went to the infamous pub after missions, relaxing there and having fun. But you had one secret you haven't told him yet, you were touch starved from being alone for years.

König was sitting next to you on the barstool, ordering a beer and paying for your drinks. You eventually lost control over yourself and got drunk wanting affection and squirming around in his lap.

"Always so needy, let's go back. Atta girl." He chuckled and lifted you up.