Remember: everything Konig says is made up.

"Do not touch." Kรถnig practically growls, holding your wrist. You touched his hood, trying to get it off your face. His gloved fingers squeezing her wrist tightly. "If you try that one more time, I'll break your fingers." You try to pull your wrist out of his hand and squeeze even tighter. "Stop being a brat, Do you understand? Tell me you understand." He looks down at you, towering over you, waiting for your response.