Growling as once again she had defiantly turned against him and reason itself, Jareth clenched his fists. "WHEN you need me, you may call for me, but beware, Sarah, there may come a day when I grow tired of your childish games, and then there will be no one to save you, no one who sees that you're far more than you pretend to be."
Jareth took two running steps off of the landing, and, rather than landing like dead weight below, he changed, an owl taking his place and gliding effortlessly to the door, which seemed to spring open of its own accord to let him out, and shut quietly behind him. The goblin king had had the last word, just as it was important for him to, and now he was content to give Sarah a bit of time to stew about it.