Jareth shrugged, retreating half of a step so that she could move about freely. "You think I am, and perhaps you're right, but believe me, one can never know what is up in the world or down. That was the point of your time with me, in my labyrinth, to show you that things are not always as they appear. I appear insane, but I may well be the only reasonable man that you ever meet. You appear to be ordinary but I know differently. Your new kitten appears to be a mere cat but for all that you know it's silently saved you a world of hurt from invaders. Never take things at face value, Sarah, because if you do, then you will be just like them." He didn't think he needed to clarify which 'them' he was talking about. He meant her parents, and all of the 'normal' adults, really, the ones who went out at night and left their wailing brats at home with unappreciated, extraordinary young girls who should be spending their days dreaming of what could be. Had she lost that spark, that imagination, that ability to think outside of the box?
"You don't need all of this," He nodded to the boxes she had been lugging up the stairs. "You don't need to struggle so hard to appear common when we both know that you aren't. This life is no more for you than it is for me." He shifted closer, his eyes looking into hers, trying to entice her by the very force of his words the way that he had in their first meeting ten years ago. " Come with me. "