Yuno blinks and looks at her. She screamed? Well...that was the most unusual reaction or response he'd ever received from a mistress. He yelped as the silver jewelry box flew into the air when she bolted. It hit the ground...so did he. He literally face planted the ground next to the box. "Oww...." he twitches for a few moments. And then groaningly stands up. "okay. Look I know I'm not a genie nor am I the hottest guy on this damn planet...but did you really need to face plant me via jewelry box to the ground?" he asks.<br/><br/>Rubbing his face as it hurt. He sits on the floor again. Staring at her in confusion at the silver candlestick holder in her hand. "Let me see...via the silver jewelry box." he points at it. "My eternal prison. Cursed to be slave to whatever man or woman buys and opens it. Thank heavens it has never been a male...gay or otherwise." he sighs and looks at her.<br/><br/>He just sat there. "What is your desire mistress? What is it you command of me?" he asks. His tone dry sarcasm and filled to the rim and over with bitterness. He stares at her like a man who has seen much misery over the years. He had the look of a nearly entirely defeated man. He looks back at her. "Why you looking at me like that?!" he demands. Catching her thoughts he paled.<br/><br/>He wasn't a thief. Nor was he crazy. He wished one of those two was the case. But alas it was not. He blinks. Stalker? Not likely. She was gorgeous but he hated women now with a passion. Wasn't gay just didn't trust them as far as he would throw them. And since he refused to lay a hand in harm on a woman...that wasn't very far. In fact he would NEVER harm a woman even by command of another.<br/><br/>He blinks and looks at her. She was scared and he didn't like it. "Jeez. I am not a thief. I am not a lunatic. And I am not a stalker. Your drop dead gorgeous but I despise women. Women have brought me nothing but torture. Nothing but me being forced to be a pleasure slave. Nothing but having me cursed to being a genie like being. No wishes or magical powers. Just a genie who is magicless and powerless." he says bitterly.<br/><br/>And sighs. "I am not moving. Have I made any indication that I intend you harm? No. I have not. Have I even made any advancement towards you? No. I have not." he sighs and sort of glares at her. "Nor have I even cussed you out or done anything negative towards you." he mutters something in a tongue that was dead on Earth. On Earth it was known as Latin.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "My name is Yuno." he points to the open silver jewelry box. "You saw that purple smokey mist correct? By opening that jewelry box you forced me out from within." he glares at her. "Whether you believe me or not...what I say is true. I am sorry you think I am a thief. Or a lunatic. Or even a stalker. But alas...I am none of the above. I am a prisoner of the heart shaped box." he says honestly.<br/><br/>Looking around. "What year is it? This does not look like Queen Elizabeths castle. Nor does this look even remotely like the royal bedroom and rooms of the Castle Of England." he looks at her. "Um...who are you anyways? Or am I only allowed to address you as mistress?" he asks. The last part said bitterly. He looks at her still disbelieving face. And sighs.<br/><br/>He now starts talking in Latin. The dead language. His accent outwordly and now not hidden due to his frustration and exasperation of her lack of belief and understanding. "Propter Christum! Quid mali hanc mulierem?! Quare non solum vult credere quod audierunt dico?! Cur tibi hoc facile credatur?! Non mentior! Sum fur! Non sum homo demens! Non sum stalker! Ego veritatem dico! Quin illa creditis mihi?! Quod ideo preoccupo!" (Translation: "For christ's sake! What is wrong with this woman?! Why will she not just listen and believe what I am saying?! Why is that so hard to believe?! I am not lying! I am not a thief!! I am not a crazy person!! I am not a stalker!! I am telling the truth!! Why won't she believe me?! This is so frustrating!!")