A/N: Nonsense. I got the idea while browsing the Laby forums though I can't remember where I got it from. Whoever mentioned this though - your fault. :p
A conversation drifts out from between the doors of the Goblin King's bedroom. No-one hears it, which - when you see it - is just as well.
"Jareth."
"Sarah. My Sarah."
"My Jareth."
Giggling and the sound of sheets shifting.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"Mmmmm..."
"Um...Jareth?"
"What is it love?"
"I don't think - well that is to say - ow. That doesn't bend that way."
"Oh. Sorry."
A pause.
"OW! Jareth really - that isn't supposed to go there."
"Sorry."
"Wait. Jareth wait a moment."
"What is it love?"
"Well have you - that is to say..."
"Have I what?"
"Done this before."
An icy silence.
"Of course."
"Oh - not to be rude but..."
"I'm just a little out of practice."
"Oh. OK. We can try again - "
"It's not my fault; you try forty odd years of nothing but dream-crystals and your right hand and then see if you stay in form!"
"Right hand...? O-kaay, scary image."
"Really Sarah, you're acting so immature."
"I'm not the one who..."
"You've done this before I take it?"
"Yes!"
"No need to be so stroppy."
"All right - we'll just try again, take it slow, see what happens; OK?"
"Of course."
A heavy sigh.
"Really Sarah - I can't live up to all your expectations."