"What happened?" asked Jareth.
"My father," mumbled Sarah. Jareth shook his head, tutting.
"He couldn't let you have one moment of happiness, could he?" His voice was full of contempt.
"Well, actually, he-" Sarah melted as she looked into Jareth's eyes, "No."
"I love you, Sarah." Even though his expression was earnest, Jareth's eyes gleamed, "Please stay with me. Become a dream, a shadow, a spirit."
"I can't. You know I can't."
"Why?" Jareth pulled his hair in frustration, "There is nothing in the mortal world for you, Sarah! You are growing older; I see a new change in you every night. Look at that faint crease betwixt your eyes- that wasn't there a month ago! You are going to die, Sarah. Whereas I, I will be here forever. Your lifetime is a mere second to me. How could you do this? What if our positions were switched, and you were forced to watch me become older, uglier, closer to death while you remain as you are..." Jareth's steely eyes became tender for a moment, "Beautiful as a rose."
"Don't talk to me like that, Jareth." said Sarah, blinking back tears, "I don't want to live forever."
"Why?"
"What is there in forever I could possibly want?"
"Me." It was undeniably true, but Sarah could not let that show.
"You are most arrogant, Goblin King, to presume I could want you forever."
"Sarah," said Jareth softly, spinning her round in his arms, "I know you want me forever, as I want you. We are made for each other- the Goblin King and the Faerie Queene."
"I am no Queene." said Sarah.
"Of course you are," said Jareth, his crooked smile lighting up his entire face. Sarah was briefly reminded of Jareth's words to Hoggle: 'I will make you a Prince- Prince of the Bog of Stench!'
"You are a cruel man, Jareth." she said, remembering.
"And you love me for it," crooned Jareth, nuzzling her neck.
"True," said Sarah, and they collapsed into a deep kiss.