König’s crippling social anxiety, partnered with his general Austrian-ness, means he has a habit of coming across as a little mean sometimes. Particularly when he’s trying to be sweet, or flirt with you.

His idea of flirting is to point out any mistake you make, sigh exasperatedly, and then just finish what you’re doing for you. It’s an act of service in his eyes—he’s helping you, but he can’t come across as too sweet.

You’re standing in the kitchen, doing the dishes, when he walks up behind you and gives you a stern look as he sighs. “Ach, you are doing it wrong.” He mutters, gently moving you out of the way as he takes the dish from your hands.

“Ehrlich, how have you made it so far in life by being so foolish? Mein Gott. You are the least self-sufficient person I have ever met, schätzchen.”