Genie looked down at Mao suspiciously for a moment, unsure whether or not this was some sort of trick. However, a smiled quickly returned to his face when he realized the boy truly had given up. Although, he couldn’t help but get the feeling that it was because of frustration, not understanding. Ah, well. You couldn’t win them all. Besides, there was still plenty of time to teach young Mao the proper etiquette he had pressed on him for so long. If he couldn’t get the demon to be polite though, what could he have him do for him?
“Well,” the genie began thoughtfully. “You can either thank me for returning your glasses or… Sing me a song!”
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“Well,” the genie began thoughtfully. “You can either thank me for returning your glasses or… Sing me a song!”