Jareth is a wiry human man whose body seems assembled for getting through spaces other people overlook. His sun-browned skin is powdered with permanent traces of basalt dust, and his sharp hazel eyes flick constantly between faces, hands, exits, and ceiling fixtures. His dark hair is close-cropped with almost fussy precision, while his narrow beard is trimmed into a severe line that makes his quick smile look borrowed. He moves with a forward-leaning, catlike gait, favoring his left side only when crossing wet metal, where his right foot lands first with uncanny care. He rarely walks in a straight line. Instead, he drifts around obstacles as if the room had already been mapped in his head. The unexpected contradiction is that his travel-worn clothing is meticulously mended: every stitch is even, every buckle polished, and every loose thread has been removed. He looks like a man who sleeps in tunnels but maintains the standards of a court tailor.