Sarah detected a tell-tale swagger in Jareth's stride today. This could only spell trouble. He had that air about him as though he'd already cooked up some new slew of schemes perfectly designed to mess with Sarah's mind.
I guess I was really asking for it…she sighed with a kind of melancho-happy resignation. Yup, she noted internally, I am envisioning life through his anticipated Schaden-Freude. Spells trouble for me, but at least I can see his side of the fun…
Nonetheless, Sarah wasn't about to submit to the new ploy without a proper and vigorous resistance. Give him a run for his money, that's right, she smiled knowingly as he gazed at her through his crystal ball.
"Oh Jareth dear…I know you're listening. You're such a good listener," Sarah called out in a spritely sing-song low.
Oh, yes. Jareth was listening. But he wasn't about to give away his position. Espying on her with orb in hand, he waited, taking full pleasure from his restored voyeuristic vantage.
"Jareth sweetie, I can feel when you're up to no good. And I tell you what. I'm ready for battle, Boy. Do your worst," she teased defiantly in a rich lounge-girl sort of voice. Jazz oozed from each syllable as it fell off her tongue. "And when the dust settles…we'll see who's still standing."
This last remark brought a clear grin to Jareth's lips. If he ever got to her, she certainly wouldn't be the one standing.