Weston was pleased when she came to sit with him, â€œWell like I said you can consider me the first master that gives you some freedom,â€ he said with a smile and a wink as he slowly ate his food. A shoulder massage and now a meal, she really was spoiling him, perhaps he could get use to this. He didnâ€™t have to make his wishes right away did he? Couldnâ€™t he keep her around a little longer, though not quite in the selfish sense? He simply meant that this wasâ€¦ he missed coming home to this back when he was still with his fiancÃ©e. She spoiled him rotten, probably more than what Jasmine was doing for him now. Good things always come to an end, do they not? He knew he couldnâ€™t keep Jasmine here with him, once he gave out his wishes she would be gone.<br/><br/>â€œThere are a lot of things Iâ€™d love for you to take care of,â€ he said with a full mouth. After swallowing he leaned back in his char, â€œThe food is absolutely delicious! Are you sure I canâ€™t keep you around as my personal chef?â€ She probably wouldnâ€™t find his joke funny or might take him too seriously so he just gave a shrug. â€œIâ€™m only joking.â€  He figured he should throw it out there he was joking. The last time he made a joke somebody had taken him seriously and it hadnâ€™t ended well. It had nearly cost him his job, in fact. People really need to lighten up, in his opinion, but Heaven forbid he mentions it in the workspace. Somebody might think he wasnâ€™t capable of doing his job. But that was quite enough of that; his mind was starting to wander again.<br/><br/>That wasnâ€™t always a good thing. His mind had a tendency to wander off more than it really should, for a man his age.<br/><br/>Wishes, he thought to himself to get back on track. Weston thought about what he could wish for again, he only had three so he could make them count, unless the wish for relaxation was counted then he only had two, too many things are running through his mind. But then something came to mind. It was a case that he has been working at work for the past few months. Lately there have been some strange killings going on, presumably the murders were committed by the same person, and that the person committing the crimes was supernatural. The trail had just run cold and it has been on his mind for awhile. Could Jasmine do something to give him some sort of sense to catch this killer, whatever was out there? Somehow he doubted it but asking was still worth a shot.<br/><br/>â€œSay, I have a question.â€ He said suddenly, looking up from his food with the fork half way to his mouth, â€œI know youâ€™ve said you canâ€™t perform miracles but what about if I wished for a sharper sixth sense?â€ Taking the bite of food he stared at Jasmine intensely as he awaited her answer.