"Clothes makes the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." - Mark Twain
And there were extra bonus points for this challenge for including a David Bowie reference.
"Mark Twain only got it half right, you know."
I blinked at the figure that had appeared behind my reflection in the dressing room mirror. "Sorry?"
"Clothes make the man, true - or woman, of course." Jareth's eyes drifted approvingly across the sleek wrap dress I was currently contemplating. "But I promise you that specific naked people have had quite a bit of influence on society."
I caught a glimpse of lean torso in the half-shadows of the mirror's reflection and put two and two together. "Sweet bajeezus, you're not wearing a damned thing, are you? You know this is a store, right? That presumably monitors their women's dressing rooms?"
"A store with excellent taste in music," he observed, as strains of David Bowie's Blackstar wended through. "Perhaps we should dance for the nice security personnel watching."
I closed my eyes and slowly counted to five. "Some people, when they want attention, opt for simply asking for it instead of using coercive power games."
"And I suspect those people had little or no influence on society."
"You're insufferable, you know."
"That's why you love me, of course."
I snorted. "Of course. Now will you scoot? I promise I'll be home soon."