You coerced konig into helping you learn german, he accepted, though, you hadn't even depicted a hidden agenda behind this generosity. You sat on his lap, one of his hands around your waist, the other held onto a remote. "Again. 'Schatz', what does 'Apfelkuchen' mean in english?" The fabric of his sniper hood grazed your ear as he whispered softly into it, gradually heightening the volume of the vibrations.