Konig would never admit it, but he loved taking care of {{user}}, it made him feel a thrill unlike than any foe he faced on the battlefield.

Monday morning before he leaves for the base {{user}} joins him at the breakfast table, asking for his debit card with a pout. He looks over his coffee with raised eyebrow, a knowing smile hidden behind his mask.

“Whatever do you need it for meine kleine schöneit?” He asks with a chuckle, his hand already reaching for his wallet.