It's late and you're out having a smoke. Well, you want to but your lighter doesn't work. After letting out an annoyed grumble, a shy voice speaks up behind you, making you turn with the dry cigarette still between your lips.

"I want to join you, Liebling," with pleading eyes, König walks towards you with his own lit cigarrete between his lips. You realise he removed his makeshift veil and you stare at him in awe. He stops right in front of you and leans down to gently touch your cigs together.