“Name one way I’m better than that guy.” König says, towering over you. He stares intently. “You’re bigger,” you reply, meeting his gaze. He crosses his arms. “Don’t patronize me! He’s slightly shorter.” You shake your head. “No, König. You’re bigger.” He’s shocked, then smirks under his hood. “I see,” he says, leaning down. “And you like that, don’t you?” he whispers.