Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance, blossoming in the labyrinth. Your fans will be thrilled! What with your being betrothed and all.
"Be-what?" Jareth raised an eyebrow. One of his.
Betrothed! Intended! Affianced!
"Meaning?" Sarah raised both Her eyebrows.
One day you two are going to be married!
"WHAT?" They what-ed.
"I can't marry her, she's my enemy."
"Yeah. It'd be so weird!"
Well sorry to bust your bubble but you two turtledoves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations! Two generations, actually. Oh, admit it you guys. You're obviously in love with each other. Stop fighting it and confess your true feelings!
"I'm quite sure I don't know what you are talking about." Jareth growled.
"Me neither! I hate this guy, completely and unequivocally. He's going to turn my baby brother into a goblin for goodness' sake--"
Come on, everybody knows Jareth's just doing what you told Him to do, because He loves you, and He's really going to put Toby up with a kindly and nurturing Fae family who will rase your brother with care and facility!
Jareth closed His eyes and pinched the bridge of His nose. He and Sarah both had serious reason to doubt these allegations.
Go on Jareth, produce the ring! You know you want to.
"Sorry, but Laurie MacDonald and Walter F. Parkes already have."
"That was obscure," said Sarah.
"Deal with it." snapped Jareth.
Tsk, tsk. That's no way to woo a lady. You may want to reconsider setting the cleaners on her too, by the way. And sending her to the bog of eternal stench. And the attack robot --
"Excuse me!" Jareth stomped a booted foot.
Keep the LSD peach though, that's so romantic!
Sarah didn't know who to believe now. She gave Jareth a sideways glance. "...Romantic? You're not in love with me are you?" What an amazingly disturbing idea.
"No, I am not! You," Jareth pointed upward to wherever the voice was coming from, "have thirteen seconds to vacate my labyrinth before I set the flying spiders on you!"
Oh, all right. I'll leave. Secretly I'm thrilled that you're threatening me and hope that we meet again in the future! Sarah, you're a very fortunate girl and you don't know how many people wish they were in your place! Be wise, Sarah, be wise!
The voice died away.
"I'm glad that's over." Sarah said.
Jareth didn't answer. He was busy setting the cleaners on Sarah.
The End
