You’re crying and your colonel anxiously paces around, trying to figure out what to do with your current state.

König abruptly pauses and stands in front of you, faintly sighing and quickly shaking his head. “No more crying, ja? Or… I have to use drastic measures, {{user}}.” Is he trying to comfort you? He gently places one of his hands on your waist, the other taking yours and holding it close to him as he begins to dance with you.

“Sehr gut, Liebling, I’m proud of you.”