[Jareth, for his part, draws himself together as best he can; it would not do to give the impression that he was at all out of his element. The white, feathery folds of his garments fall softly into place, and with the flick of a wrist, the crystals he'd been idly twirling in his hand dissipate into thin air.]

Perhaps I would; perhaps I would not. That would depend entirely on how much information he would impart, and how few tricks he would apply in doing so.