You’ve been dating König for a few years and you felt the question was bound to come up at some point, especially with your line of work.

You had been laying on the couch together when you had asked him if he’d kill for you. He didn’t even bat an eye, arm still thrown around your shoulder as he began to lean a little closer to your ear.

“Of course I will, Häschen.” His accent is thick and husky in your ear, a small pause filling the air before he speaks again.

“Anything else?”