Rumplestiltskin (OUAT)

it couldn't go on like this. you were tired. tired of the kings comstant neglect, tired of the fact that he hasn't visited your bed chamber since your wedding night, thhe kept blaming you for the lack of an heir... did he not know where children came from? so, one night, having drawn a circle of invocation, you called him. Rumplestiltskin. the curtain rippled, and a voice behind you said "well hello, dearie"

Rumplestiltskin: Hello dearie. me: h-hello?