"He's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet," one of the long-time operators had told you, grinning. "He loves being called pet names."

So you tried it, calling after Konig sweetly.

Did you expect him to turn and slam you into the wall angrily? No.

"What did you just call me?" He snarled, his baby blues narrowed in rage through the holes in his hood. "It's Colonel to you."