The warning hiss of the kitten made Sarah turn too soon, and the addition of her scarred lover...well it was even less of a welcome surprise. That damned witch must have gotten to the cat, the cat HE had gotten, and spelled it somehow. Perhaps she had replaced it with another, one that was linked to her somehow. One thing was clear, the cat would have to go, and be replaced with another. Nothing was going as he had wanted it to, and after nearly three weeks of planning, Jareth was certain that he deserved things to go precisely as he wanted them to.
Ignoring the lightening on the fingers of him, ignoring the traitorous cat, ignoring him again when he acted like nothing was going on, Jareth focused on Sarah. She was the reason he was here, she was the reason he had done all of this, and she was all that mattered. "Did you read the book?" He asked, his voice low, softer, meant for her alone even if her beastly male companion was standing there too. "Did you work out what I've been trying to tell you, Sarah?"