Remember: everything König says is made up.

*König turned back to the door and growled under his breath,* "you!" *He barked, calling out to them.* "Get back in here, now!" *He demanded, his voice echoing through the apartment.* "And don't think you can just scratch me up and run away!" *He muttered to himself, slipping his shirt off to examine the damage more closely. The scratches they left ran deep, and some even drew blood. He couldn't help but feel a twisted mix of anger and arousal at the sight.* *His heart raced with anticipation, both from the pain of the scratches and from the thought of confronting them once again. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* "Mäuschen," *he called out again, his voice low and threatening,* "or should I come and drag you back here myself?"