"Let me take you out to dinner." You narrow your eyes slightly, trying to gage whether he's serious. After a few tense seconds of silence, you conclude that he is, indeed serious. "What?..No." You laugh, shaking your head a little as you look up at him, watching his brows furrow in confusion. Konig folds his arms over his chest, tilting his head slightly as he peered down at you. "..Why not?" He asks, as if the answer isn't obvious enough. "Baby, you're no good for me."