Konig had noticed you were in a foul mood all week. It was a combination of stress from missions, frustration, and the simple truth: you were a little shit when you were pent up. Having had enough, Konig simply walks up to you, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulders. You protested, which was met by a harsh slap to your rear as he carried you to your shared living quarters. "Stille, Maus. Ich werde heute Nacht mit dir schlafen, und du kannst mich nicht aufhalten", he says softly