Jareth nodded and smiled before standing and placing the book back on her desk. "I was wondering if you could help me actually, seeing as you have my book." He ran a gloved hand through his hair and chuckled a little. "I seem to have been teleported here, and I have absolutely no idea as to why. That typically only occurs when a wish has been made."

Belle froze.

Shit. You really ARE an idiot.

She quickly tried to come up with a explanation other than --Oh, it was me because I thought you sounded attractive and I was lonely.-- She began to fumble the books in her hands, nearly dropping one of them before catching it and placing it gently on top of the others. "Oh, well that's strange." she said, hoping he wasn't watching her too intently.

He noticed her freeze and cocked a brow before shrugging and summoning a crystal. He started moving it between his fingers to keep his hands busy. He noticed that she nearly dropped her books and he cocked his head to the side. "Yes, strange..." He murmured.

Belle tried to collect herself, taking a few very quiet breaths and focusing on her work. She managed to get through one stack of books before moving on to the next stack. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted a small light moving about the room. She turned to try and find the source of the light and found that it was the small circular object that Jareth had in front of him.

Oh, Gods. He's doing the crystal thing.

She stared at him for a moment, maybe more who knows. The crystal was memorizing and the way he moved it so effortlessly through his fingers and around his hand was dazzling.

Oh get a grip.

She returned her gaze to her books and spoke again. "Do you have any idea what, or should I say who, brought you here?"

Jareth continued to move the crystal while his eyes roamed around the library. It was quaint, and from what he saw of the town it was a quaint little town as well. He returned his gaze towards Belle, smirking when he noticed that she was absolutely entranced by the movement of the crystal. When she finally spoke he vanished the crystal and shrugged. "I don't even know where here is."

Belle turned to him and smiled. "Oh, right." She said, walking slowly towards the front of the desk again. She stared at his hair, confused. She could have sworn the streaks in it had been a different color before. Perhaps she had been mistaken. As she rounded the corner she saw that the crystal was gone now and he was just sitting there with his hands empty. "This is Storybrooke." she said, finally arriving in front of him again, completely unaware of the fact that he cheeks had become as red as tomatoes.

Jareth blinked. That was one hundred percent not helpful. "Storybrooke?" He cocked his head to the side, his mind whirling. He had never taken a child from a place named Storybrooke. "Never heard of it." He stood and conjured another crystal, this one floated about, bumping into things before changing course. He chuckled and watched it for a few minutes before turning to her. "I never took a child from this place."

Belle watched the crystal gently bump against the walls and bookshelves closest to them.

I should probably tell him.

"Look I, uh," she started trying to find the right wording for what she needed to say. "You're here because of me." She said it so softly that it was nearly inaudible.

She watched the crystal a bit more, trying not to make eye contact with Jareth to keep herself from blushing, still unaware that she already was due to the mere presence of him. The crystal bumped into a nearby painting and made it a hang a tad askew on the wall. She walked over and straightened it out.

Jareth blinked and the crystal popped, spreading a fine layer of glitter in the area that it was near. "You made a wish then?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Must not have been the usual wish that I deal with, otherwise I would have come straight to you." He cocked a brow when he noticed her flush. "You're pink."

Belle jumped a little when the crystal burst and nearly showered her with glitter. She attempted to bat the small fragments away from her, only causing them to stick to her hands. She froze when he spoke his first sentence.

Oh, no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

He spoke again and her cheeks flamed up. She was blushing immensely and she was completely aware of it now.

And, apparently, so was he. She raised her hands to her face and cupped her cheeks. "Am I?" she asked, knowing full well that her cheeks were about the same shade as the blood pumping through her veins faster than a freight train.

He moved and leaned against the wall. He cocked an eyebrow. "You are not the first grown woman to make a wish of that sort." He ran a hand through his hair again and watched her as she went from pink to red. "Now you're red." He murmured. She was an interesting little librarian, for a human.

She tried as hard as she could to cover the color of her cheeks, her whole hand covering as much of her face as they could. "I.....I shouldn't have. I just...I...the book makes you sound so......I just thought you were.....I was just...." She couldn't seem to form a decent sentence.

What the hell is wrong with you, Belle.

"You're just so..." She turned around and closed her eyes tight, hoping that her next decision didn't make her seem insane or pathetic. She opened her eyes, then, and began speak very quickly and to the wall in front of her. "The book just makes you sound so attractive and I've been really lonely lately and it just sort of happened in my head and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't even realize that it happened until now and now I feel foolish and ridiculous. I shouldn't even be thinking this way. I have no idea what came over me."

He watched her patiently as she attempted to gather her bearings. It must be difficult for a human to see one of their favorite book characters come to life like this. When she started speaking quickly he stood a little straighter and cocked his head to the side. "I am surprised that you think so. The book writes me as a child stealing monster." He smirked a little and watched her a little more carefully. When she mentioned that she was lonely he blinked. "You wished for a King because you were lonely? Interesting."

Belle turned towards him slightly and smiled a little bit before speaking. "Well, I prefer to look past all that and see the good in people." She said, remembering how the book at described him so well that she could almost see him in her mind. Then she remembered Rumple, and her facial expression changed. Her eyes teared up a bit and a lump formed in her throat.

He smiled and noticed that her face started to fall. When her eyes became glossy he knew that something was wrong. "Are you quite alright?" His head cocked to the side. He had not said anything offensive, that he knew of. "It was not something that I said, was it?"