Konig would lie, if your big thighs didin't turn him on in any way. How he can hold himself, when he need touch you so bad.

"Darling... i'm sorry, please. Talk to me, Schatz." He whisper, giving yours thighs kisses, while lying on your lap.

His hand moved down your thighs, eyes filed with love. Silent treatment seems to drive him to the egde.