Flowers. Vase. Drink. Good goals, better than dealing with Jareth and in that vein, Sarah had every intention of following through with it. "Handgun. Shotgun. Crossbow," she muttered beneath her breath, latching on to Peter's reassurance despite what she feared, using it as impetus for the continued false bravado.
And then Jareth spoke, just as they passed the high counters separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. Sarah turned sharply, momentarily setting aside everything else Jareth was saying.
"Excuse me? You did not just order Peter out of my apartment," she said, the words almost as ruffled and growly as Guinevere sounded, still in the doorway to the bedroom. His level of audacity had no definition, it was so great. "Now for the last time, get out!"
Vase for the flowers. Vase. For the first time, she wished the kitchen wasn't open to the rest of the apartment through half walls and counters, as she could still see Jareth as she hunted for the now-elusive object. He wasn't leaving, not even moving much. Inevitably, that led to her answering his other questions, as she couldn't bite her tongue as his continued presence flamed her fear and her temper in equal measures.
"I didn't have to read the story, I know nearly every Grimm's tale by heart," she said, shutting a cabinet with more force than was necessary. "A selfish, arrogant princess who thinks no one in the world is good enough for her is eventually humbled through hard work and much failure by the king she rejected and mocked. Everything he did he did for her," and there was a venom there in the words that was pure truth, no bluff at all, accompanied by a definite slam of another cabinet door, "to teach her by punishment so, at the end, she admitted her wrongs, her unworthiness, and he so generously forgave her and they lived 'happily ever after'."
She slapped her hands down on the counter, glaring at him. "If you thought that would be enlightening, it wasn't – it's was just annoying," she said, clearly disgusted. "That's not us, it will never be us and as far as 'us' is actually concerned, there has not ever, is not now and never will there ever be an 'us!"
With that, she turned her back to him and leaned against the counter, eyes locking on Peter, her sanity in this continued madness. Her tongue went firmly between her teeth in an attempt to prevent continuing down the natural course of her declaration to Jareth, as that meant defining that the only 'us' of present and future was she and Peter and voicing everything she'd tried to communicate through images. She couldn't make Peter the target in such a closed space if Jareth finally chose to listen to what she said, but if the Goblin King pushed her any further, she might not be able to help herself.