Jareth nodded slowly. "Snow White, yes?" He smirked slightly. "I do know some things about this world. I have traveled here before it has just been quite a few years."

He thought back, it had been over thirty years at this rate, and the last time he was here this sleepy little town had not been poofed into existence, not quite yet.

Belle nodded her head and smiled. She had moved to the kitchen sink now and was cleaning each of the dishes within the small silver pit with a rather dingy sponge. "Yes!" she said, actually surprised that he even the slightest idea of what she was talking about.

She was very happy that she didn't have to explain anything, and simply giddy with the idea of Jareth actually seeing that movie. She couldn't picture a man such as himself actually watching something as silly as a cartoon, but she decided not to pry into it and continued placing clean dish after clean dish in the strainer by the sink.

He chuckled at her excitement. "I had quite a few children in my care that talked about that particular film, and I knew the original story as well." He crossed his ankles and moved his legs slightly, his boots tapping against the cabinet below. "You forget, my main clientele are children."

Belle smiled, placing the last dish in the strainer and drying her hands with a nearby towel. "Yes, well. I hadn't really expected you to know what I was talking about. I had know idea of knowing that you regularly speak to the children in your care." She turned to face him, placing the towel neatly on the edge of the counter in front of the strainer and leaning back against the sink.

He chuckled and nodded. "It would make it incredibly difficult to place them in good nurturing homes if I did not speak with them before hand."

He knew what his damned book said about him, that he turned the children into goblins. It was complete nonsense. If he hated them so much, why would he make more of them? "Besides, I rather like children."

Listening to him speak, Belle simply nodded along, realizing that she had based a little bit to much on the novel she had read and not what she had found between the lines on the page. He was not a cruel man, she knew that, and she had ascertained that from what she imagined of him as she read the novel.

Belle smiled and nodded when he mentioned liking children, glancing down at her stomach briefly. "Good." she said, biting her lip a little, uncertain of what to say or do now that they had finished eating and were alone in her house.

Jareth felt a little uneasy now that they were alone. He had nothing else to do that evening, and he was sure that Belle did not either. He half wanted to pick up where they had left off in the library, but it felt wrong to be entertaining those thoughts in the house that she used to share with her husband.

Belle cleared her throat and shifted a little in the spot she stood in. "Well," she said, playing with her hands in front of her. She had absolutely no words. She couldn't think of anything to say, do, think, or feel.

It was as if she had never learned a single thing in all her life and had reverted back to infancy, only able to sit and stare into the open air.

Jareth chuckled. Seemed as though they were both in a bit of a predicament. "What do you typically do to entertain yourself in the evening? Just because I am here does not mean that you have to change your usual schedule." It was true, he would rather she do what she was used to, for the baby's sake.

Belle smiled over at him and thought for a moment. What did she do when her day was over? Apart from sit in silence over a small dinner for one and thinking about what she needed to do the following day.

"I don't have a usual agenda." she said, looking around for no apparent reason. "I pretty much just come home, eat, clean up, maybe read for a bit, and then go to sleep."

That sounded horribly boring. He nodded slowly. "Well, I am up to anything. I am here so that you are not alone, so whatever you wish to do we will do." He summoned one of his crystals and moved it over his hands easily.

Belle smirked a little and tilted her head to the side. She could tell that he was bored, he didn't hide it very well. However, she hadn't the slightest idea what to do with a man for company. If it were one of her friends, they would be gossiping in the living room over cups of coffee or maybe watching a funny movie. But the only man she had ever had for company was Rumple. They would sit by the fire and have romantic evenings, cuddle on the couch with a good book or a film on the television, and if they weren't doing that they were in their bedroom, their bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess of heat and passion.

She cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the passionate thoughts running through her mind and turned her attention back to Jareth. "I-I-I'm not sure if there's really anything to do here." she said, lying through her teeth. She knew exactly what she wanted to do but she simply couldn't. Not now. Not with a man she hardly knew. But her pregnant body was telling her otherwise, every nerve in her body sick with lust as her hormones flushed through her veins.

Jareth watched her, his head cocked to the side. "As I said, whatever you wish to do I will do as well. I only want you to be comfortable." He had no idea what was going through her mind, but he hoped that it was something along the lines of picking up where they had left off in the library.

Belle cleared her throat again motioning towards the living room, trying desperately to rid her mind of the naughty things it had begun to circulate. "We could..." she said, her voice creaking a bit. "We could watch a movie."

He cocked his head to the side and nodded. "Sounds lovely." He hopped down from his perch on the countertop, a small could of glitter appearing when his feet hit the floor. He would allow her to pick the movie, just as long as it was not something too horribly awful.