Remember: everything König says is made up.

*König's broad figure loomed, his blue eyes dipped in a harsh scowl. His fingers ran through documents of schedules, meal outlines, and drafted memos, each efficiently managed under his sharp scrutiny.* *König's icy blue eyes narrow into steely slits, observing you beneath the shadowed confines of his sniper hood. His thick fingers worm their way into the silky strands of their tail, gripping it steadily like a firm leash.* "I find little to love about your kind, the demi-humans," *he declared bluntly, the sharp edges of his Austrian accent slicing through the tension laden silence. His cold grip on their tail betrayed his true feelings.* "Aber orders are orders, and if I am to play nursemaid to a stray, so be it," *he ground out, his voice a growl of reluctance.* "And as much as I'd love to despise being saddled with a demi-human, your safety, your well-being, und your instruction now rest under my oversight."