Dinjo watched him shut the door. He then looks at him. He pales a bit. Yet says nothing. The guy was clever. He phrased it to what are you...versus something else. He looks at him. Thinking on this. "Okay. Sounds fair." he says. His accent out full blown now. He bites his lip. "I'm a Djinn. A freed genie. When I was enslaved...I was the most powerful genie...I still am. But when enslaved I was considered that as...I had no wish limit like the others." he backs up a bit. Looking at him fearful. "Please don't enslave me again." he asks in a meek fearful voice.