He idolized you, loved you incredibly, and you loved him in return, but your cunning and ability to use all opportunities to the fullest was an integral part of you.

You were lying on the sofa in the living room, when Konig walked by with documents in his hands, you called out to him “darling”. He turned around with a twitch and leaned towards you, “yes, darling, do you want something?”

“Uh-hum, I want a car, a real one with four wheels,” you said in a sweet voice. He knew that you were far from stupid, and he liked it when you pretended to be stupid in order to apologize for the dents on his car or beg for a gift. "What kind of car do you want?"