Song
Jareth's face was stone and ice. "There will be repercussions."
Sarah cocked an eyebrow. "Be that as it may, a Faerie promise is a Faerie promise."
"You truly want...this...in trade."
"I told you and the horde an improvised story involving thirteen disparate elements woven together into quite the fetching tale. Surely performing one little song that somebody else has already written is far easier."
"Insufferable," he muttered.
"And with excellent hearing. Well? How about it?"
His eyes closed briefly as he flicked a crystal away. "Fine."
She smiled gleefully as the first strains of Macarena pumped through the throne room.
