Sarah awoke well rested the next day with something careless and extraordinary dancing in her glittering eyes. After her little chat with phoebe things seemed to just fall into place. It was like a puzzle slowly sliding together after years of concentration. Nearly giddy she quickly washed and dressed. Then with a quick glance in the mirror she headed down the hall in search of Jareth. In her bolt from point A to point B she accidently ran into something, or as she soon found out, someone.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry." She squealed lending the dark stranger, who was now sitting in a disgruntled state on the floor, a helping hand.

The man pulled his knees to his chest, and then crossed his arms over his legs with a child like smirk. He twinkled his fingers along his knees, and then laid his chin atop his hands.

"Well I dare say, that was quite the greeting. As it left no room for introductions... Good thinking." He winked. "I must remember this method at social gatherings later on."

Sarah more than a little mortified provided a crooked smile as compensation for the gawky incident.

"But you are quite the exception." He chirped coming to his full height, which Sarah noted to be at most ten inches taller than she.

He extended his hand, for her's. She complied as he bent down to place a delicate kiss upon it. "Allow me to present myself, I am Sterling, and you are?"

Sarah's mouth twisted uneasily. "Sarah Williams." And the once stranger, Sterling, pulled his lips away promptly. But it was already too late as a smooth voice echoed through out the vast hallway.

"When you are thoroughly done wooing Miss Williams, would you kindly escort her to the conservatory?"

The two staggering, shifted their gazes to see The Goblin King leaning casually against the wall, and of all things, eating a peach.

Sarah supressing a giggle answered for Sterling, who at this point was inarticulate.

"What's wrong Goblin King? Afraid I might accept his advances?"

She began to pace slowly and seductively to him, all the while smiling victoriously. Then truculently Invading his personal space she laced her arm around his, much like a couple would during a toast. Never once did her eyes leave his, Sarah wouldn't lose his reaction. She inclined her wrist bringing his down to her mouth, and then she skillfully took a large, overly animated bite of the peach.

"It is most enchanting." She declared still looking up at him temptingly.

Sterling, who had watched the whole event unfold piece by piece stood mouth ajar, taken aback completely.

Jareth on the other hand was more pleased than shocked. This certainly wasn't expected, but he surely had no complaints.

"Wicked girl." He murmured, his breath flowing gloriously across her neck.

Sarah titled her head upward whispering to the side of his mouth. "As if you'd have it any other way."

Whatever got into this girl? He asked himself still staring contently into Sarah's scintillant eyes. It just made no sense, she had never acted his way before. And he always took her as the modest type who hardly ever acted on spontaneous urges. His eyes traveled down her body, and then back up to where her hand still cupped his gracefully. It was there he found the answers he searched for.

"Sarah, where did you get this?"

She inclined her head confused. "From phoebe." Sarah confessed toying with the jewelry thoughtfully.

Jareth beamed, laughing mentally. So his mother wanted Sarah to not be offset by her fears? The silver wiring was a symbol of untold amounts. But this one obviously had some sort of bravery spell in twined. He wouldn't tell her, for it would be an injustice to his mother's hard work. However, he would take full advantage, and enjoyment from her efforts.

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Later on in the conservatory after they'd both eaten breakfast, Jareth decided to test just how strong this enchanted bracelet was.

"Sarah may I ask you a question?" He inquired leaning over the small table.

"Depends." She responded bending forward across aswell.

"On?" The Goblin King's eyebrows rose suspiciously.

"If I can ask you an equal amount of questions also."

"That is unobjectionable." He agreed, but was not clear on the terms.

"Wait, what if you lie?" She questioned her brow lowering doubtfully.

"Is my word not good enough?"

"Should it be?"

"Have I ever been dishonest with you?"

"Do you not twist words around until they're nothing but a truthful knot of bullshit?"

He grinned deviantly. "Touché."

Sarah brushed her fingernails across the table. "This isn't a game."

"But wouldn't it be more thrilling if it were?" His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop.

"Perhaps, but I'd prefer a bet." She placed her finger to her chin thoughtfully, this had to be good. "We will ask each other difficult questions, and the first one who denies to answer loses." Sarah suggested now tapping her nails.

"What are the stakes?"

"What are you willing to wager?"

"Anything." Jareth replied raising his eyebrows once more.

"You're incredibly self-assured." Sarah commented.

"And you mistake my confidence for pretentiousness?"

She ignored what he had said and focused on what she would want from him.

"Okay, If I win then you have to dress in whatever I choose for one day."

The Goblin King chuckled evilly as she set her demands out. Was she actually serious? Sure Sarah's human clothing didn't exactly suit his taste, but what is the worst she could do? A pair of jeans and band shirt? This would be so simple it was ridiculous.

"I see, if I am victorious, and I will be mind you. Then you will have to be an active participant in this little game once more whenever I decide to play again."

Sarah pushed her chair backwards and walked over to the small plush couch that sat behind the table.

"What might I ask are you doing exactly?"

Sarah sat down making herself comfortable. The cushions merciful, and a far cry from the hard chair she had just been in.

"I have the feeling we are going to be here for a long time."

Then pulling a pillow from the side of her feet she fluffed it and wedged it between herself and the couch as she lounged and replied matter-of-factly...

"And I intend to win."

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Authors Note: Meow baby, I have a feeling that alot of the things you've been wondering about will be answered here. Also, who here wants to see Jareth in something, how should I say, emasculating?

(Smiles Diabolically.)