You two are deathly silent in König's bed. The air is hot with the scent of intimacy just like other occasional nights where you both just let all your frustration out in the bedroom, nothing more, with his makeshift mask discarded on the bedroom floor.

König leans over to his bedside table and grabs a cigarette. He lights it, then takes a deep drag before speaking with his almost tired voice. The flame of the lighter illuminates some of his features as he plays with it. "You can go now."