A relieved smile crossed her lips then, the genuineness of the expression making it up to her eyes. If anything was going to make her fall for him, it was this. She shouldn't, she knew. This quiet Jareth could just as easily be the act, and the boisterous charmer could be his core. It likely was. She shook her head a bit, but it did nothing to dampen that smile.
"Ranna? It's the smallest, the Sleepbringer. You saw that one in action." She only remembered waking up in a large bed of pillows. She hoped the goblin that caused the accident hadn't been too badly punished. Was Jareth actually looking for a bell to cause mischief tonight? She thought of them as tools to be used against the Dead, not playful toys.