I smell silver
"That ship sailed. Make yer peace with it, t'e Plumber has first names, kens we in t'e Guild, kens why we here, etc. Hells, t'e fucker can just magic out where we sleepin givin bit of time." Jareth emphatically gestures, "So make yer peace with it, or slit pair of throats an walk away. Cause don't think most us will keep workin with someone what goes drastically against t'e group will, an t'ere ain't no use arguin an discussin furt'er front t'ese two who are gonna relay it."