“You are interfering, and you may go now.” Jareth growled out to Peter. Forcing himself to ignore the impossible man, he looked beseechingly at Sarah. “Did you even read the story?” He asked, disappointment clear in his voice. “Have you even given it half a glance?” He had spent nearly three weeks of his time—a veritable eternity to someone used to instant gratification—coming up with the perfect way to woo her, and now he had to find her here with him, in the place reeking of the witch, with the traitorous cat that he had given to her…and on top of all of that he was now to discover she had not even given him a chance.
“I want to talk to her alone.” He commanded, expecting that her little boyfriend would jump away from her and spring out the door. Jareth was, after all, a king, and he expected to get his way. “Five minutes of your time is all that I require, Sarah.” And, if after five minutes he had not been able to convince her to go with him…well Jareth didn’t even want to think about that now.