Jareth laughs breaking away from her to walk back towards his throne.<strong>“Dreams? My dreams? You seek to offer the serpent an apple of his own then.”</strong>The king shakes his head in disbelief. Still chuckling he climbs the stairs to his throne and plops down on it.<br/><br/>Gnarl shuffles back into view with a loud grumble.<strong>“Hurpmh! You should sue her for copy right Majesty. As if you needed her to fulfill your desires.”</strong>The old goblin says coming to stand before her, tapping his cane on the stone in irritation.<strong>“Perhaps a visit to the Swamp of Sadness for her presumption Majesty?”</strong>He grins evilly showing off a mouthful of needle sharp teeth.<strong>“Or the Bog of Eternal Stench.” </strong>He sniffs audibly his nostrils flaring.<strong>“That would teach her some respect…”</strong><br/><br/>Jareth’s eyes narrow on the crystal sphere in Tania’s hand as Gnarl continues with his tirade. A look of hunger enters the Goblin King’s eyes for a moment.<strong>“What coin for my dreams then, eh?”</strong>He asks his tone amused, yet the mirth does not reach his eyes still gazing at the orb in the woman’s outstretched hand.<br/>