What was with this guy? Who talked like that? It was so robotic. So devoid of emotion. So... not human. At least no human that Jareth knew spoke in such a manner. In a human there would have been a touch of sadness or rage. Something.
“Well,” he said and put his hands on his hips. “If you figure a way out of this place, do let me know. I should like to return to my world as soon as possible. Who knows what my subjects are doing in my absence. Ruining the castle... breeding...” he shuddered to think.
In the meanwhile, if Jareth was stuck here, he was going to do his best to make the best of it. Which meant figuring out the phone like contraption he had been given and finding a place to stay. The latter shouldn't be hard. Before his stay in the Asylum, Jareth had been staying in an apartment across town. The keys had mysteriously appeared in his pocket one day. City's will, it seemed.