"Give you the moon and the stars from the sky is supposed to be a figure of speech, usually. . ." Toby said softly, lifting a hand and watching as a river of sparkling silver flowed from the night sky like the stars were bleeding.

"What you ask I would give," the King said behind him, and Toby turned, breath catching as Jareth lifted a hand, a sparkling silver circlet coalescing in his hold; it settled light as spidersilk on Toby's brow, "what would you have of me, my prince?"

Toby hesitated, feeling the thrum of the circlet he now wore. "What else can you do?" he asked, and Jareth grinned broadly, catching his hand and bowing to kiss his knuckles.