Blood fell in rivulets down Li's shoulder and Jareth faltered. It was just for a moment, but it was enough. Quickly, he pulled the axe from Li's flesh and took a step back before regaining his sense. They weren't friends, they weren't anything. He had to treat this as another match, an anonymous one.
All he wanted to do was place a hand on Li's shoulder, offer his flesh to Li's blade to reknit the skin. Once upon a time, that was exactly what he'd have done. He wasn't entirely sure that wasn't what he was planning on doing.
Until Li struck out and Deathbringer bit into the soft flesh at his side, slicing clean through. He could feel the blood well up and his eyes fluttered closed for just a second, savoring the pain. He could do this in front of Li; Li already knew all of his secrets. With the spilled blood, Jareth grinned and lashed out, Unholy Sacrifice active and waiting.