To say that Jareth was distracted by his goblins was an understatement. The damned things were supposed to obey him thoughtlessly, not sit there and discuss amongst themselves whether their king was actually able to tell them not to wish someone away. "Let me put it this way," Jareth growled out. "Those of you who have thought better of coming are free to leave, the rest of you, those who disagree with me are free to discuss your opinions in the Bog of Eternal Stench." He was about to say more, to threaten their lives and limbs, but his head whipped around when he heard Sarah shouting at him.
How could she blame this on him? The lightening that he had been hit with came from his own hand...it was a taste of his own medicine, so to speak. Still, Jareth got the phone, though he didn't take a step closer to her. Perhaps if he held the thing captive for a moment, she would see the grave mistake she was making.
"I did not kill him." He insisted, pointing at the charred chest of the human. "That was what he intended to do to me, I only showed him how it felt. You can blame him for this, and the witch. Were they not interfering you and I could have had a perfectly normal conversation, were it only you and I we could have resolved this and we both would have found happiness. However, this is what you've chosen, Sarah, to bring them into it, to let their rash, self-destructive human natures get to you. You're above that, I've tried to say it all along." He looked down at the phone, a small smile on his face. "Besides, what will you tell the human authorities, hmm? That your boyfriend threw lightening at the Goblin King and had the unfortunate mistake of getting his own medicine turned back at him? I think not."