"Jareth," she stood like a phantom in the crumbling Escher room. She was no longer the girl who'd first run his labyrinth. She had changed. Grown. And something else…
His heart was racing from the look in her eye.
"You know I want you. Want all of you. The good and the bad. For better or for worse," her voice was firm. Her brow heavy, but her eyes glistening like a child's. He knew it was because she was speaking her heart. Speaking the truth.
"I'll gladly stay here, if that's what you want," she paused to gauge his poise.
"Maybe you should hear me say I dream every day of waking up to you. Here together in this place," she looked about, leaving his eyes for a pace. His eyes shot secretively into the instants she did not bore into him—for it was always in those moments he forgot he was afraid to possess her.
Take me, Jareth. I'm yours.