Konig was a tall man—that much was obvious. He always had a hard time hearing when you'd speak, but he was trying his best.

You had been distracted while talking to him, not looking his way as you blabbered about your day. He was listening and watching you intently, yet he wanted to be more on your level.

When you looked back over to where he was supposed to be standing, he wasn't there. "I'm right here Liebling." He said, guiding your face to him. He had crouched down infront of you.