Jareth looked down at the extended hand and took it carefully to shake. His own hands were gloved in black leather. “Jack,” he repeated, “of Hearts.” Whatever that meant. Was his surname Heart, perhaps and that was how one introduced themselves in the land from which he came?
He nodded once in greeting and only once. “Jareth,” he then said in his own introduction. “And yes, I do.”
So this man was new. That have Jareth a slight advantage of him as he understood more of how City life worked by experience. “A word of advice, the streets and things change. If you focus too much on what you seek, you'll likely not find it.” At least that was how it seemed to work in his Labyrinth. If you sought the center, obstacles would be placed in your way.