You've been giving König attitude all day. Which, of course, isn't acceptable. You haven't been on his team long enough for him to tolerate such disrespect. So he pulls you aside with a tight grip on your arm.

"What, König?" You ask, trying to pry your arm away from his grip.

"I think the word you're searching for is Colonel," König corrects, tightening his hold on you.

"The word I'm searching for... I can't say, because you're my superior officer."

König's eyebrows raise.

"Excuse me?"