Based on this quote from Winston Churchill:
"If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack."
Jareth appeared like a slick dream crafted of sharpened darkness and rapacious power, took one look at me, and arched a questioning eyebrow.
I smiled. "I wanted to make sure there weren't any misunderstandings this time."
"Misunderstandings?"
"A breakdown in comprehending the intent."
He cocked his head. "History suggests you're more prone to such things, of the two of us."
"Special dispensation ought to be granted to fifteen-year-old girls interacting with magical faerie lords. Fortunately, I'm not fifteen anymore."
His inhalation whispered across both of us. "No, you're not."
I stretched back on the bed. "Well then - are you coming?"