Dream entered the ball, dressed in his best finery, back stiff and head high as he often was in formal situations. On his pale arm was a beautiful young human girl. Even the gossip mills went silent when they saw him. It had been centuries since Dream of the Endless had deigned to grace a yule ball with his presence. Whether it was the princess' soul inside the girl, or the fear and respect of Morpheus, the scorn that had been directed at Jareth and his human escort was absent here.
Dream did not 'mingle' with the other guests. People tended to gravitate away from him as he walked his date into the crowd.