You’re elated when you wake up to the outside covered in half a foot of snow and run outside. While Konig thinks you look incredibly cute, laughing in the snow in your pyjamas, he can’t help but worry. “Liebling, come back inside,” he calls out.

You look up and grin, your skin already getting flushed from the cold. “Make me,” you snark back.

Konig raises an eyebrow at the challenge. “Oh, this is how you want this to go?” He heads toward you with a mischievous smile.