That wasn’t exactly what the genie had been looking for but he was flattered none the less, even if the act had been forced. At least the beast had put forth the effort. That was what mattered the most, he was trying to act civil and thus making some progress. He smiled in return to Beast. “Why thank you! I feel very privileged to be where very few others have. I won’t take this for granted.” Genie flew over to the newly restored couch and seated himself, gesturing for Beast to join him to carry on their conversation.

“Speaking of which, I’ve recently received a few complaints about the noise coming from up here from fellow building residents. From what they described I imagined quite a mess but never anything like this. I have to ask, what could have possibly led to the demolition of this suite? It’s like a wrecking ball smashed through here! Why all the shouting, the destruction - and could I interest you in a cup of tea?” He held up a teapot that looked remarkably similar to the head of Beast’s castle kitchen, a matching cup with a small chip in it in his other hand.