Jareth didn't close his book so much as slam it. He had been avoiding Sarah lately because the sight of her filled him with such a sense of unhappiness and failure that it hurt, so he had had very little else to do in his time but to research witches and how to be rid of them, and now that he had spotted a 'witch' and her minion, he was going to put the ideas into practice. He approached, his steps quick in his eagerness to see if his long hours of work would yield any results.
"Isn't that one a bit young to be in minion training, witch?" Jareth asked with a curious smirk, nodding to where Toby stood with only an eye peaking out from behind Claire. "Or is this one some beastly familiar that you've charmed to resemble a boy?"