"Nein don't touch!" König hissed out from under his sniper hood, pulling you back by the hair. "You're driving me verrückt." He grumbled to himself, large arm wrapping around your waist and walking you away from the item. Noticing the look grazing your face, König shook his head.

"Don't give me that look, Meine Liebe. Don't tempt me." He ushered out, large hand squeezing your hip. "Later." König promised.