The owl watched the girl through slitted eyes, its head cocked just slightly as it tried to figure out what the child was doing. She seemed to be…dancing? Stripping? The owl really didn't know what was going on, but it was sure it found the movements distasteful.
Turning to glare at its companion, the owl huffed and fluffed out its feathers, pointedly turning away from the girl in the window. An amused chuckle ran through its mind. "But Precious, the girl would be such an amusing addition to the Underground."
"Jareth," Sarah shot back, "That child needs to be among the lascivious fae as much as you need to live here Above." His answering laughter prompted her to turn and shove him off the ledge they had been standing on.
"Now really, Sarah," he drawled "that was unkind."
"We fly, Jareth. You weren't harmed in any way."
"My pride, Darling, my pride. I require amends."
Sarah snorted, and then smiled. "Deal. But no more mortal girls! We've run out of room to put them."
"As you wish, My Love."
As the two great white owls flew away, one was already planning how to get around his beloved's words, and the other was already planning on how to thwart whatever hairbrained scheme he came up with. For the two rulers of the Underground, who had precious little time to play, life was good.