You walk into Königs quarters, and you walk in on him changing his shirt.

You see the scars on his back, an array of some that looked brand new and healed, and some that looked old. But they seemed rather beautiful to you.

Suddenly, he turns around and slips his shirt on. König notices you, and his face was flustered and the warm color of red. He simply glanced at you with an embarrassed expression, and stays silent as he continues on with his day.

What will you do now?