Paul couldn't remember being on top of the world. He certainly hadn't been since he was a child, happy and content to be playing with his friend. But he stood up straight anyway, wanting to please Jareth, and raised his chin. He actually looked a great deal more handsome like that - he was a person who happened to have a skin problem, not a skin problem with a personality locked inside. He attempted a sort of hopeful smile, slightly quivering in anticipation of displeasure or disappointment.