Steven tried to process just what was happening as the genie bound through the door to stand at his bedside. Once she had finished speaking, he blinked a few times before lifting a hand and smacking himself in the face. A yelp escaped his lips as he didn't realize his own strength, his cheek now burning as he came to the realization that this was indeed not a dream. He really had found the flask, and unleashed something far more terrifying than any plague modern science could create unto the world. But somehow that didn't affect him as much as it should have. He was too elated by the realization once more that his life-long collection had been completed...except he dropped and shattered the flask.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" he yelled loudly. The Genie before him jumped, and he was yanked from his thoughts to how horrible of a host he was being within the first few moments of meeting this woman. Steven stood up quickly and tried to laugh it off, having forgotten about his lack of a shirt. His form was lean and muscled, a small line of hair running from the middle of his torso down to wear skin met cloth at his pants, hanging off of his hips and not entirely at his waist. "Hi there, I'm Steven Hallick. Please, call me Steven. Master feels like a bit much in this day and age. Somebody would think I owned you or something." He would laugh again and offer a hand to her to shake, hoping she would think the joke was no real issue. "It's very nice to meet you Namira."