Sarah stared, her mouth was open, a look of complete shock on her face. Had he just said that he had no magic?? Sarah didn't believe it. She pinched herself, now sure she was dreaming; she must have fallen asleep again while watching Saturday Night Live. She knew she wasn't dreaming when Jareth's hand pulled her pinching fingers away from her skin. He rubbed his gloved fingers over the small welt she had created on her hand.
"Don't harm yourself at my expense Sarah, I am quite real. And this isn't a dream, I assure you." Taking his fingers from her hand, he smiled softly at her angry expression; obviously him reading her mind didn't suit her at all. Her look of anger subsided into confusion. If he had no magic than how had he got here?? She asked him as much. He laughed at her bluntness. "Sarah, Sarah, always right to the point." He sighed softly. Jareth moved slowly towards the glider swing.
Sarah noticed he was a bit sluggish. I guess no magic does that to a person she thought. He sat down and Sarah followed suit. She sat opposite him, she wasn't afraid of being magiked by him. Last time they had met you could almost smell the power coming off him, and now there was nothing, Sarah realized this was what had made her uneasy to begin with and the lack of glitter just help the tumblers fall into place. Even if he had his magic, he couldn't harm her, because he had no power over her. Sarah smirked at the thought. "Quite right dear Sarah, no power." He chuckled his voice sounding eerie in the night. She glared at him; she was tiring of his games.
"I thought I told you to keep your fingers out of my mind." She snapped, frustration oozing from her voice, fuming she continued "Why are you here Jareth? It's been almost five years since I played your game and beat it. So if you're here just to be witty and piss me off, I am going inside." Jareth could see that Sarah was clearly angry, so he decided to bite his tongue, and keep his glib remark to himself, he knew better than to test her limits. Rumbling deep in his chest with displeasure, he hated when things didn't go at his pace, Jareth decided he had better just come out with it.
"I wished myself away to you." He said. His voice was so low Sarah had to lean forward to catch his next words "I wished myself away to you, because in a few hours I will be dead."