Jareth hauls his sopping wet self out of the water. He chuckles at Mal's comment, shaking his head "Not as far as I know, though such a revelation would have a hard time surprising me at this point. But really, no trick. There's a submerged cave down there, along with a crown. It may very well be the one we want, and it's lying right in the cave. And that's the part I don't like... Call me paranoid, but it seems far too easy. And much as I hate it, Aver is the only one with the knowledge of traps. So get ready for a swim, elf! And before we go down, I want an oath from you... No letting your greed get the better of you. We're going down for the crown, a sword I noticed, and whatever we can carry while swimming. No risking our necks down there for idiocy, like with those traps in the mimic's room. I want your oath on this, or I won't let you get near the water. I'll swim down with Mal and we'll grab the crown ourselves."
Jareth runs his hands back over his head, smoothing his bright red hair back. "Hell, Mal, if you can manage the swim, you probably ought to come with us anyway. It's a ways under, about 50 feet down, but there's an air pocket when you come back up. It stinks, for more than one reason I'm sure, but it is breathable. And I don't think I need a similar oath from you," he jokes, smiling.