Your back gently brushes against the door of the crowded subway train, facing König. He stands in front of you in a subtle act of protectiveness, guarding you from the other passengers by caging you against the door. The ambient sounds of people talking and the rumbling of the train make it a little difficult to hear. So, he leans down close to your ear, voice soft and low. “We get off at the next stop, Schatzi,” he says, breath tickling you.