[An audience willing to inflate his ego? Jareth, as most people with a narcissistic streak -- and even a few without -- responds positively to praise showered upon him, spinning the crystal orb in his fingers and sketching a short bow in the newcomer's direction. He doesn't recognize her but that doesn't stop him from pouring on the charm, looking every inch the regal, mythical King that he is.]
Talent I suppose I have to spare, my dear. But I don't think we've been properly introduced.
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Talent I suppose I have to spare, my dear. But I don't think we've been properly introduced.