(Scene: The throne room, later. Jareth is still sitting on the throne. Jo is in his lap, playing with the lapel of his jacket. Gabriel is sitting up behind the throne, playing with Jareth's hair. She is wearing some of his clothing, namely a pair of tight black pants, a modified poet's shirt, and a black leather vest. On her feet are her own personal knee-high black leather Boots of Doom.)
Jo: Dude, you're the only guy I know who can get away with pants this tight.
Gabriel: And a silver-handled riding crop.
(Suddenly her eyes light up. Jo sees this and groans.)
Gabriel: (sweetly) Hey, Jareth, can I borrow your riding crop, please?
Jareth: (absently) Yes, of course.
Jo: (muttering) Don't do it...
Gabriel: Thank you!
Jo: (muttering) Oh shit...
(She hops down and grabs the riding crop, then looks around and singles out one goblin, which she starts to chase. The goblin yelps and runs away, and Gabriel chases after him, waving the riding crop and giggling. Jo sighs, and Jareth hides his face in his hands.)
Jo: Oi.
Jareth: (to nobody in particular) What have I gotten myself into?
(Later. Jareth is still on his throne, having a meeting with a few goblins and looking bored out of his mind. Jo is hanging upside down from the back of the throne with a pencil and some paper on a clipboard. Just as Jareth's meeting is ending, Gabriel bursts into the throne room, still carrying the riding crop. She tosses it at Jareth, who blinks and catches it in one hand. Then she bursts into a completely spontaneous song and dance. Incidentally, she's singing 'Dance Magic Dance'. Jareth grunts and stands up, disturbing Jo in the process. He walks over and smacks Gabriel on the hand with the riding crop. She winces and stops dancing and singing. Jo sits up on the back of the throne, looking puzzled and annoyed.)
Gabriel: (hurt) What was that for?
Jareth: Don't. Sing. That. Song.
Gabriel: Why not?
Jareth: I dislike it. Strongly. (pause) Why are you wearing my clothes?
Gabriel: They fit me, and I didn't have time to pack before we left. Besides, you have a good sense of style. I like these.
Jo: I like 'em too! But they look better on Jareth.
(Gabriel goes back to dancing. Jareth groans, goes back to his throne, moves Jo, and sits down.)
Jo: Dude, you're the only guy I know who can get away with pants this tight.
Gabriel: And a silver-handled riding crop.
(Suddenly her eyes light up. Jo sees this and groans.)
Gabriel: (sweetly) Hey, Jareth, can I borrow your riding crop, please?
Jareth: (absently) Yes, of course.
Jo: (muttering) Don't do it...
Gabriel: Thank you!
Jo: (muttering) Oh shit...
(She hops down and grabs the riding crop, then looks around and singles out one goblin, which she starts to chase. The goblin yelps and runs away, and Gabriel chases after him, waving the riding crop and giggling. Jo sighs, and Jareth hides his face in his hands.)
Jo: Oi.
Jareth: (to nobody in particular) What have I gotten myself into?
(Later. Jareth is still on his throne, having a meeting with a few goblins and looking bored out of his mind. Jo is hanging upside down from the back of the throne with a pencil and some paper on a clipboard. Just as Jareth's meeting is ending, Gabriel bursts into the throne room, still carrying the riding crop. She tosses it at Jareth, who blinks and catches it in one hand. Then she bursts into a completely spontaneous song and dance. Incidentally, she's singing 'Dance Magic Dance'. Jareth grunts and stands up, disturbing Jo in the process. He walks over and smacks Gabriel on the hand with the riding crop. She winces and stops dancing and singing. Jo sits up on the back of the throne, looking puzzled and annoyed.)
Gabriel: (hurt) What was that for?
Jareth: Don't. Sing. That. Song.
Gabriel: Why not?
Jareth: I dislike it. Strongly. (pause) Why are you wearing my clothes?
Gabriel: They fit me, and I didn't have time to pack before we left. Besides, you have a good sense of style. I like these.
Jo: I like 'em too! But they look better on Jareth.
(Gabriel goes back to dancing. Jareth groans, goes back to his throne, moves Jo, and sits down.)