boggybearWHAT?! I am not... precious! Don't you know who I am? Don't you know what I do to those who cross me?
[ And truth be told, he's a terrifying sight to behold... if you're a fairy, that is. The guy is pretty small, after all, though he definitely towers over fairies, insects, and smaller goblin underlings. But he's not traditionally handsome, or even handsome by normal standards. What with those rough, hard edges, all those scales, and a low, deep voice that can go from a purr to thundering in 1.5 seconds, well... he's certainly not someone to mess around with. That his accent is Scottish just seems to accent his whole 'bad boy' image.]
But I'm evil,
My middle name is misery,
Yes I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me!
[He sings, too, though it's not especially pretty. Something like a rock star singing, really. But there's something else there, too, something about him that keeps the mun smiling. He's just so... ]
...what. You think the Bog King is... is... 'cuddly?' [He groans, shaking his head. It's hard to be intimidating when people know what you're really like.]
Does this look soft to you?
[He brandishes his magnificent staff expertly like a weapon, a smug smile on his lips.
...boggy woggy.
The smile falls into a dry, familiar look.]
Bog.
[Boggy woggy kingy wingy.]
No, Bog!
[... boggy bear.]
Bog. King-oh, fine. Don't you be telling Marianne about this. I'll never hear the end of it.