He smiled and took her hand, slipping further away from any obstacles in their way before setting his hand lightly on her hip.
And suddenly, she was in a fine gown, something suited to her figure, not nearly as flourished or princess-like as he would have once fashioned for her, but perfectly womanly and sensual. And Jareth himself was in a matching suit, and there was a shimmering shift from reality to a fantasy, and they were in one of his orbs. It was an empty ballroom, and music was playing, soft and delicate, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. Jareth eased her into a dance, light and weightless across the floor. He smiled as they moved, his eyes focused only on her.