You were listening to music in the common room of the base. Konig was across you sitting on a chair, his legs opens wide, his head resting on his arm, his elbow on the chair. As he stare at you.

"Because you're pretty and you're smart... and you're ignoring me. So you're obviously my type..." He said in his German accent... It was deep and husky.

"I'm sorry what were you saying?" You took off your headphones and look at him confused.

"Perfect." He smirked while looking at you.