She's not even real. It was the wrong thing to say to Sarah, who still had moments of wondering if she was less than real for having part of her life as a movie, wondering if she was the creation of something other than God, feelings that sometimes flared with the most fantastical aspects of her life. Like being Goblin Queen.
But Toby back, it was what she wanted. It was temptation and it sung to the part of Sarah that called to make deals, to offer trades, to give the opponent a chance at what they wanted so the Goblin Queen could get what she wanted. She was the Goblin Queen, she would win most of the time. After all, she had been the only one ever to beat Jareth at his own game once upon a time.
It would be lying to say that Sarah didn't consider it – but only for a brief second, as it meant sacrificing Dawn and even now, eaten by the need for revenge, she couldn't do that. And what about Niki, the others like them? Even if she could somehow make the deal and save Dawn, only Toby had been offered. She doubt Glory would put them all on the table in the offer.
"You know what?" she finally said, head canted like a cat studying a semi-interesting bug, "I don't think so. Giving you Dawn would mean letting you go and I have no intention of doing that. You're going to pay for what you've done... and then I'm going to kill you."
For nearly twenty-six years, Sarah had entertained the kinds of murderous thoughts normal people did, that flaring of anger and threat that never really meant murder, and faded when sanity took hold. Since becoming Goblin Queen, she'd hurt people for hurting those she loved, painfully. Those Wolfram and Hart employees would likely never be the same after that magic fire. Murder didn't seem such a stretch now when faced with a Hell God that had done nothing but destroy people.