Re: Jareth & Sarah 10pm
Jareth all but gritted his teeth. A huge temper tantrum the likes of which was normally associated with five year olds was about to overwhelm him, so he clenched his fists and forced himself to be reasonable, if only for a moment.
"Yes, well perhaps you will hold a more favorable opinion of the so called poisonous hedges once you've visited them without your precious little scarface." Jareth grinned when he said the name, taking pleasure in the fact that he was doing something that he knew he shouldn't. "There are ways, I'm sure, that would make him die and stay dead. I just haven't found them yet."
It was foolish to reveal his next big plan, killing the witch and the scarboy, to Sarah, but Jareth was becoming impulsively reckless in his fury.