Genie looked far from impressed by Vyers’ words, his eyes only narrowing further at the demon before returning to his beautiful and ruined suite. It truly was an unpleasant sight to see a Stuart Hughes and Richard Jewels original treated with such disregard. Genie felt as though the stain had grown since the last time he had look at it, spreading itself further and further. He tugged at his jacket in an attempt to hide the stain, slowly shrinking back down to his precious stature. Vyers and Urd were so right; he was in no shape to serve. Not like this.

“It’s okay.” He replied flatly to Urd. “You’re right, I can’t serve like this... So it looks like I’ll just have to join them!” Appearing between Vyers and Gwen, the genie threw his arms around the pair and pulled them in close. “Whoever said three’s a crowd, hu? We’re gonna have such fun time tonight. Just you two, me, and all the chicken Parmesan we can eat.”