Crystal Eyes and Goblin Pride
"Ohmigosh!" Moira shouted as she glanced around her, "I can't believe that actually worked! I'm so glad I read that book!"
"Who are you and how did you get into my Underground?" a stern voice inquired from behind Moira.
"I'm Moira," she said, turning around and hiding the goblin she'd just caught behind her back, her eyes widened greatly when she saw the owner of the voice, "And you, you're him! Aren't you? You're the goblin king!"
"Yes," Jareth replied, clearly puzzled, "You know of me?" He was immensely captivated by Moira's enthrallment of him.
"Only what Sarah wrote in her book," Moira replied animatedly, "That's why I came here though! To get your side of the story, and maybe a couple of souvenirs." The small goblin behind her back squirmed and thrashed about, trying to get away from her. It gave a small yelp.
"What is that behind your back?" Jareth asked.
"Oh, nothing…" Moira replied. The goblin bit her hand and she screeched as she dropped it. It ran to Jareth and hid behind him.
"Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tra-la-la?" Jareth asked harshly as he stepped toward her placing his hands on his hips and cocking his head to one side.
"It's nothing now," Moira replied cheekily as she stepped forward, placed her hands on her hips, and cocked her head to one side in mock of him. Jareth smiled at her cynicism and began to lead her to his castle.