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[barn_owl_king]

Jareth is lounging on one of the couches, sipping a glass of wine.

Ages ago, when he had been a mere Goblin Prince, he had always gotten excellent marks in lounging. His tutor had often praised him for his style and languor. He has only gotten better at it as time has passed.As long as he stays entertained, he stays young and strong; it's only

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[jane_becomes]

Jane is doing her best to peer at him over her boot, his pants looks quite uncomfortable, perhaps he's French.

[barn_owl_king]

They're perfectly comfortable.

He wouldn't be able to achieve such effortless lounging in uncomfortable pants.

He knows this from experience.

And he also knows when he's being watched.

"Good evening."

[jane_becomes]

"Oh, good evening, sir."

Her smile is bright and quick since she was not trying to be rude.

[barn_owl_king]

"I hope everything is well?"

It's always good to start out politely, anyway. It is expected.

[jane_becomes]

"Quite well, thank you, sir. May I ask where you are from?"

[barn_owl_king]

"The Goblin City," he answers. "It's a long way from here, or so it seems. And you?"

[jane_becomes]

Jane's eyes open wide at his answer as she says,

"Longminster, sir."

[barn_owl_king]

"Longminster," he says, trying to remember.

"You're a very long way from there, in here."

[jane_becomes]

"As you must be from your city, sir."

[barn_owl_king]

"Not as far as some, it seems," he says. "It was right outside. A pleasant walk from here."

[jane_becomes]

"How nice for you, sir."

[barn_owl_king]

"It is, in fact," he says with a smile, and sips his wine. "I do like it when everything is in my favor."

[jane_becomes]

"Then you must be quite lucky, sir."

[barn_owl_king]

"It's not just a matter of luck," he says. "There's also..."

He taps his temples.

"Making your own luck."

[jane_becomes]

"When you can, yes."

[barn_owl_king]

"It's always possible," he says. "It only depends on how willing you are to try."