(Scene: The next morning, in the throne room. Jo is off somewhere. Jareth is sitting on his throne, and Gabriel is in his lap. Whenever he seems to be on the verge of saying something serious, she kisses him on the cheek. By lunchtime he's starting to get quite impatient. After lunch, it continues on in the same fashion. Suddenly Jo rushes in, pounces on Jareth, and kisses him on the cheek, in sync with Gabriel, right when he's in the middle of a meeting. Clenching his teeth, he stands up, dumping both girls on the floor.)

Jareth: This is it! Gabriel, go to your room!

Gabriel: (blinking, confused) But it's your room!

Jareth: (teeth gritted) Don't mention that! Please! Just go! Jo, you too!

Jo: (pointing to the throne) But that's my room!

Jareth: Er, uh, then go to the staircase room!

Jo: Dude. Spiffy. Is that my room now?

Jareth: Yes. No. Whatever. Just go!

Jo: (shrugging) Ok.

(Gabriel and Jo disperse. Jareth turns back to the people he was meeting with.)

Jareth: Excuse me, gentlemen. I'm going to go take a shower.

(He hurries off down a discreet hallway. Gabriel and Jo pop their heads in and pull a shade down over the hallway. Jo marks down another point.)

Gabriel: (from his room) Don't use up all the hot water!

Jareth: (strangled) I don't intend to do any such thing!

Jo: Good! I need the hot water for my bath!

(There is a strangled yelp and the sound of running feet from the hallway to the showers.)