[Jareth sounds less than impressed; were he back home, he would alternately be lounging on his throne and kicking at whatever goblin wandered too close (their squeals were both satisfying and cathartic). As it is there's a faint tapping of a riding crop against a boot; the one he found is a poor replacement for his own, but it would have to do for the time being.]

I do hope you're all back to yourselves now; whatever had this place stirred up certainly made singing the woman by the river back into submission rather more difficult.

[His voice turns a little colder and, while it's addressed to one person, he doesn't bother with filters or locks or anything. He knows they won't do him any good; she'd answer on her whim, or not.]

Titania, what the hell were you thinking?