Peter held on to Sarah's hands, gripping them lightly before gently starting to lead her into the kitchen. He wasn't outright ignoring Jareth, but he certainly wasn't regarding him at the moment. Sarah was his concern.
"Flowers. Vase. Drink?" One arm wrapped across her shoulders, and only once she started to move with him did Peter glance up at the Goblin King.
"You have your answer. You can go now." He smiled, mockery in his eyes, but his attention was already turning back to Sarah.
It's okay, he reassured her. I'm not going to let him do anything.