Jareth had had time to blink and open his mouth during the whole scene. The sound of the bell had cuased him to become weary, but the sense of another magic's influence allowed him to doggedly resist the want to rest. With a dry look to the frantic goblin he make a flicking gesture and sent the small being into the chicken coops, hip deep.
"Lirael?" He silently stepped around the marble waterfount and looked in quiet amusement at the next predicament. Now wasn't she glad she didn't eat any goblin cake? Spinning a pouch from the air, he stooped to retrieve the fallen bell. It's power bit and railed against his touch, whole-heartedly rejecting him. He quickly deposited the bell in the more tolerable pocket, and in her arms as well.
Well, what now? She slept by no spell of his and he did not know the duration of the effects. Scooping her up, which was seeming ot be a pattern with her visits, he strode into the hallways and into the throne room, to deposit her in the depression filled with knicknacks and odd pillows. Seven goblins were set to watch her in case she roused and he vanished.