Jareth almost snorted. He made the physical motions, shifting slightly in position, but no actual sound was made. The man could not be serious. Had he not heard of him? Had he not heard stories of the Goblin King?
He took a hard look at the man. No, he supposed he didn't. He didn't look like the sort of man that would listen to the tales of children, or that believe in the reality of goblins and other far less than desirable magical creatures. He looked the like the type that only believed what he saw and had hard fast proof of.
Typical.
He sighed, “Spoke,” he said, not caring if the name was wrong or not, and started walking again. “The land I rule is vast and almost entirely consists of my Labyrinth. My castle, at which, is in the center.
“Not that the location is important now. Since I am apparently stuck.... here.” A despicable condition to be in, but one Jareth was going to have to come to terms with. At least he was getting his wits about him again. Then, as an afterthought, he added, “For now.”