Sarah woke up, turned to her left, and yelped. The Goblin King had moved himself from his usual spot on the couch to her bed. Even if he was on top of her covers, it still surprised her. Her scream woke him, and he immediately jumped off the bed and out of the line of fire, causing Sarah to slap the air.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she shouted.
"It got cold last night," he said, but it didn't sound like a good enough reason to Sarah.
"It's been cold on several nights, and you still didn't do this!"
"Actually, I did once or twice," he confessed, head lowered. "I just usually woke up before you did and went back to the couch."
"You promised me, Jareth," she told him. "You promised me on my first night here that nothing would happen to me without my consent, that you wouldn't so much as hold me unless I said you could."
"And nothing happened," he said. "I didn't hold you, I didn't touch you. I merely climbed on top of your covers so that your body heat would keep me warm."
"That's what blankets are for," she told him, while simultaneously throwing a pillow at him.
"The weather here is unpredictable and you know it," he said as he threw the pillow back. "It could be freezing for an hour, then boiling hot the next. How you've managed to consistently sleep under a blanket, I have no idea."
Sarah had no response ready, but she was still angry. She assaulted the Goblin King with a barrage consisting of every pillow that was on the bed, and when he still hadn't left, she picked them up and kept throwing them until he was out of her room. She shut the door, locked it, and curled up on her bed, brooding. The pillows did nothing to vent her steam, so she grabbed the nearest one and screamed into it. When that didn't work, she threw them again, as hard as she could, in whatever direction she happened to be facing.
She went over to her door and unlocked it again, sensing that Jareth would be back at any minute to give her a well-practiced apology, which she would feel like she had to accept for the sake of the Labyrinth. She had become so angry that she could feel tears beginning to drop down her face. It was like her mind was trying to cool herself off. She hated that, so much that she couldn't remain angry.