"Come on, just do it!" You plead, standing infront of Konig in the kitchen. He looks down at you, his height still as intimidating as when you first met him.

You were begging him to play a game you thought of; you both kiss with your hands behind your backs, whoever touches the other first loses. You knew it'd be hard for him.

"Fine, fine, whatever."

With a heavy sigh, he places his hands behind his back and kisses you, trying to resist.