The shift from one world to the next was smooth and instantaneous as Lirael was transported. She appeared in the entry hall, the loud din of music and party goers luring.
"Now Precious, did you really think I would go back on my word?" Jareth stepped forward into her field of vision, wrapped in a strange cloak of twilight sky that seems to vanish like dark mist at the hem. His hair was its usual spiky ragged self, like a lion mane, as he swept his covering out of the way. His colors matched hers, but where she had a clean elegance to her palate, dark blue was augmented with purples and roses, and the fabric looked as if magpies had beaded it.
He took her hand and kissed it with the grace of a courtier. "You look splendid, Lirael, I am flattered by the care you took and shall enjoy being your escort this eve'n."