Jareth caught a glimpse of his own reflection on the windowpane and frowned. It wasn't like him to be nervous; he was the one people were afraid of, not the other way round.
Not that he was actually afraid of Sarah, he reassured himself. He was just impatient to know what would be her answer, that was all.
Ten years were a hell of a long time, though he'd always lingered on the edge of her dreams to make sure she remembered.
It was a relief to see her face break into a smile as soon as she saw him.