Dinjo pales. His dad's house. That meant. He really had granted the father's wish. He really needed to stop doing that. It was hard though. Expecially since the two wishes had been...unselfish type of wish. Maybe that is why he couldn't even slightly keep from granting them. He didn't know. He looks at him. "........" he stays silent. He couldn't even look at Matt for a second. He was shaking and trembling in fear. Then he hid it. He wanted to answer. Say no. Try and deny it. Yet it wasn't his nature. He was not a liar.<br/><br/>He bites his lip. Doesn't answer til he heard the question a second time. Meekly nods his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Just...your wish. His  wish. Unselfish type wishes. Couldn't help it. It is so hard. Old habits die hard." he stammers out in a very meek and frightened voice. Jumping quite literally three feet into the air. Landing behind Matthew and trembling a bit. Then regains his composure. He looks at the guy's dad. Then Matthew.<br/><br/>Would he tell his father about him? About the fact he'd gotten his wish granted. He hoped not. He finally felt like he had a friend. Or at least someone who was not dangerous...too much at least. He stares at the ground. Biting his lip hard. Nervousness and what not.