Ever the dramatic one to wallow in his grief, Jareth currently sits in his throne room, his head resting on his hand. "All the things I've dome, I've done for you." He meets your gaze as you stand before him.

"I move the stars for no one." He suddenly snaps as he stands up and stalks over to you, grabbing your chin and tilting it up gracefully. Despite his display that would make it seem like you've denied him a thank you after he stopped WW3, Jareth was currently moping over the fact that you wouldn't sit on his lap and cuddle him.