"You mean Jareth? " Alistair snorted. "That guy hasn't ruled over this place for centuries." He gave Jason a scrutinizing look. "Oh I suppose you can just go anywhere you please, then? And time travel too?" Jason looked confused and off balance. Alastair kind of liked that. That puzzled look in his eye. The boy really had no clue where he was. He was in a worse spot than Alastair himself. The citizens never did anything but give him weird looks and mumble when he walked by. Like they were all sharing some big secret. Maybe they were all waiting for the king to come up from no where and strike him dead for trying to break into the castle. Wouldn't be the first time someone had beat on him.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we know you. We've known it's you. Heard about you last time I was in the city." Alistair bent down to pick up a dried up stick sitting in the dust by his feet. He felt it in his hand, testing the weight. "We all remember Sarah. She took away the would be prince. Sent him in and took him right back out. That's called being an indian-giver. It's rude. I'm surprised Jareth gave him back at all. He said it until his dying day that he would have married her. They always say she was really pretty. Long black hair and pretty legs." He looked from his stick to Jason's legs, not bothering to try to hide it. "I could believe you're related." Jason was a pretty boy. Fair and tall, slender. Underneath those frumpy clothes he probably looked twice as good. Delicious, even. Alistair twirled the stick between his fingers, looking back at what he was doing instead of Jason's body. It was fun to get the feeling he made Jason feel a little uncomfortable. "Where her stories any good? Did she do us justice? I'd like to think we'd make a good story. She could have written a book about us. Jareth told usshe liked to read." He looked back up at Jason, this time making eye contact. "You like to read? Lots and lots of books? You look like a reader."<br/><br/>Alistair himself couldn't read well. Not many in the goblin city could read at all. Goblins didn't have much of a taste for fine literature. They preferred to argue and fuss and fight over petty things. There were a few books that circulated through the city. From time to time Alistair would flip through one to look at the pictures. They were sprt of boring but this kid looked like he liked books. How cute.