"Hmm," she smoothed her dress over her knee. "Perhaps the outcome would be different now. Though, knowing you, you may enjoy the protests."
She dipped into a curtsy, matching Jareth, then dropping a bit deeper. She was very nearly on the ground. Jareth had a higher status than she did, so expectations generally dictated that she bow more deeply.
Dream's only acknowledgment to most of the attendants was a slight glance in their direction. He rarely attended these functions, and had little patience for the gossip and vapid conversation that entertained most of the guests.