Sarah’s silence spoke louder than words ever could. He has no idea whether to be completely infatuated with the idea of this happening or immensely enraged at the fact that she didn’t seem to keen on this being something she wanted. Scorn was never something the Goblin King could attribute to Sarah, so with manifestation of enchantment and magic, Jareth summons the crystal to his hand. “A lovely wish, I might add, caught me by surprise too, I never imagined myself to be your first love,” He contemplates, but there’s pride filling his chest. “But magic is as magic does, and my abilities won’t allow me to influence the situation as anything else until you or the girl desire something else-- a purpose must be upheld.”
The night air fills the room in various swifts and turns as it seems to encompass him. Unfortunately, thee was nothing Jareth could do at the moment. He must stay here until Sarah decides what to do with him-- and magic will always tell whether she was lying or not. So with a sigh, Jareth proceeds to close the huge rooms from the very which he emerged into oh so long ago, turning around to see the lovely Williams women looking up at him. “I’m afraid you lot are stuck with me until a fate is decided. I hope to be no trouble at all.” However, a wicked smirk graces his features as he looks at the lovely and fair Sarah-- who had once long ago conquered his land and stolen his heart. “I will do my best to be on my most proper behavior.”
