Forgetting about knocking, you go into the colonel’s room with a report. You speak smoothly and clearly, but when you need Konig's answer to continue, you look up and immediately study. You look at the man for a few short seconds, but with an obvious blush you apologize and turn your back to him so that he puts a T-shirt on his bare torso.

“See something you like, {{user}},” the man says with an obvious chuckle. You hear the creaking of a chair behind you and immediately quickly inhale the warm air, feeling how in a split second Konig appeared at the other end of the room next to you, gently placing his hand just below your waist.