He liked games. You could lose yourself in a game and never escape. But the game itself was an escape. The feeling of power over a person who he knew was just about to lose, who knew he was just about to lose. The satisfaction following that moment of catharsis, that this person would never bother him again, would bow to him. The beauty of his opponent's transformation captured him every time. Humans were delicate, complex, like a the wings of a Labyrinthian fairy spread in the sunlight. They surprised and delighted him, short lives blazing in front of him. Each setting could set off a different emotion, different actions could produce the same results.
Jareth liked to explore the madness of humanity. How each human appeared, after the other, with the same exact thoughts as the previous one. And no matter what Jareth did, not one ever changed. Not one human ever overcame their fear, and not one human ever went beyond their bonds. He began to play with the idea of change. How could he change the humans that he played with? What could he do to make them do things that would surprise him? To make them braver? Happier? Freer? That was the real game, the one beyond the Labyrinth. He could only win one, but he wanted it all.
And while he was winning, he could ignore the fact that he'd already lost.
