Who you Fooling?
To say Jareth was confused was putting it mildly. He just couldn't understand what was happening around him. They hadn't noticed him yet, though he'd now been standing in the doorway a full five minutes or more. There before him in his study was a laughing Sarah enjoying the company of Arwel's daughter, Gwen-something-or-other and another retainer's daughter, who's name Jareth could not recall for the life of him at the moment. He could sense no animosity or any other form of malcontent coming from the Fae ladies. Given how their fathers reacted to Sarah and after the incident with Arwel, he'd fully expected that he would have to come and save her from the wenches. Yet Sarah had made friends! The three young ladies had stood and moved towards the doorway to leave, when they noticed Jareth for the first time. The Fae stopped where they were and curtsied to him. While their heads were bowed, he shot Sarah a questioning look. Her only reply was a smirk that left Jareth wondering if his smirking was just as irritating. Jareth stepped aside to let the ladies leave the room before stepping into the room himself blocking Sarah's exit by closing the door behind him.
"Fraternizing with the enemy, Sarah?"
"What Above and Under are you talking about?"
"Sarah, those ladies will eat you up and spit you out if it means a chance at me-"
"Jareth, forgive me but I really feel that I need to bring that ego down a bit, no a lot. You see, you scare the friggen-heck out of those ladies and many others. What with the over abundance of self-centeredness and sharp teeth. Gwenhwyfar came to apologize for what her father did, not to challenge me or anything like that. And Mahthildis came to see if you and I were really courting so that she can use that information to sway her father towards a different potential bridegroom. To put it frankly, they want nothing to do with you and are quite happy that I am the one standing between them and you... And since when have we been dating! I couldn't get them to believe otherwise. They kept saying that my secret was safe with them. I've just been told a majority of the court thinks we're courting but you're keeping it quiet so the Seelie High King won't come and sweep me off my feet and away from you... Breath Jareth, you're turning a little blue."
"...We're not dating."
"Well yeah, that usually requires you asking the intended girl so that she knows she's being courted-"
"We are not courting!"
"Calm down Jareth, I was only teasing... What's my lesson for today?"
"...The different forms of the Word; spoken, written, and sung."
"Cool! More variations of magic-"
Sarah prattled on as Jareth led her out and down the hall towards the main library. His hackles were up with the mention of the Seelie High King. The last thing he needed was that air-head, self-proclaimed gods' gift to all things female, prat catching wind of such rumors. He'd do anything to get at Jareth, be it to try and humiliated him or to see him dethroned. As long as Jareth was on the recieving end, he didn't care what was done nor how it happened. The halfwit still blamed Jareth for his dip in the pond and other various accidents of their youth. Jareth had only caused about a third of them. The fool had done the rest on his own. It was more the idiot being the Seelie High King that was a problem than the male himself. When the imbecile got it in his head that he wanted something his retainers made sure it was done. If only to keep him blowing up his own palace during a tantrum.