You had came out to Konig, confessing that you were transgender. You were transitioning, and Konig had offered to cut your hair, which you gratefully accepted. The two of you were in the bathroom, Konig behind you as you sat on a stool. He was carefully snipping away, and doing quite a good job too.

"Stay still, stattlich." He told you, still trying to cut your hair as well as a 6"10 giant of a man possibly could.