König’s hand met your chin, holding ever so gently as he cleared his throat. “Well… {{user}} I was wondering if—“

He paused for a moment before clearing his throat to speak again.

“Would you like to go for a night drive with me on the motorcycle? You can backpack, I’ve got an spare helmet, I won’t let anything happen to you-“

Suddenly you spoke out, disrupting him mid sentence and cutting up his words.