Where was he from? There wasn't much he could say about it other than the truth, without coming across like a lunatic. People from other worlds tended to understand better the average individual on the street, so he needed to word it carefully.
Jareth took a sip from his coffee. “You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you.” He said and smiled. Then he took a second sip, pleased that the highlander grogg he had ordered was neither bitter or too sweet. It was very nearly perfect.
Perfection was impossible to reach. It meant you stopped striving to be better. Therefore there was no way the coffee could be perfect.
“Another world entirely,” he added as an afterthought.