He gave her a bright grin. Oh, he got every girl he ever wanted. Well, almost. There was the incident with Sarah, but she was young and foolish. Too young. He'd never bother with one so young again. They thought they knew everything and didn't know a truly good thing when it was presented to them on a silver platter. But other than her, even if just for a brief tryst, he got them. Oh, how he had them.
It was, to be plain, good to be the King.
“Even though I may be displaced, I am who I am. I do what I do. I am...” Then he thought for a moment. No, he didn't want to overwhelm her but it didn't suit him to lie in this instance. Jareth was proud of who and what he was. “I am King.” Not of the City, of course. That was preposterous. “And once I get back to where I'm from, I'm will remain so.”
Then, to be conversational, he asked her, “What did you do... before you came here?”