Gosh, dragon, personal space. Jareth can't be too disdainful, however; he does so love a captive audience.

"A bit of magic, nothing more." He, always one to show off when given an opening, deftly pulls two more crystals from the air and juggles the set of three. Sunlight hits the various facets and imperfections within the round crystals, sending spots of light dancing. "I can see what I care to, and they're certainly more reliable informants than goblins."

A fourth crystal appears. Jareth adds, archly, "I don't suppose you would like one?"