As much as Weston would have enjoyed being called Master there was something about Jasmine that seemed so sad. â€œMy name is Weston,â€ he told her in a hoarse yet quiet voice, taking another drag, his tone fitting the somewhat dampened mood. It was probably what she had said about living in that bottle, having nothing to do, all alone that he was beginning to change his mind altogether about wishing for something. He couldnâ€™t imagine being trapped in a bottle like that for all these years. Surely it was pretty horrid, something he would never want to experience, and with those thoughts in mind he suddenly felt a little less greedy. Though it was only just a little, greed was always going to be a small part of human nature. No matter how much he may want to be called master it was out of the question much to his dismay.<br/><br/>That just wouldnâ€™t be fair to her, now would it? The way she spoke about it gave the impression that this was probably all so perfunctory for her. In a way he knew how that was.<br/><br/>â€œIf you donâ€™t mind my asking, howâ€™d you end up shoved in that bottle?â€ He had snapped back to his old self, but this time he was a bit more professional. At work he deals with all sorts of strange things and was curious to know more about this mysterious genie. â€œWere you cursed or did someone decide they wanted a genie and shoved you in? It is a nice bottle.â€ The comment at the end was a bit random, like him he supposed with a slight shrug. â€œTell you one thing, if I had to sit around waiting to be let out of my cage for... years Iâ€™m guessingâ€¦ I would go fucking nuts.â€ Taking another drag from his cigarette he went to go fetch his ash tray and then gestured for her to come into the living room as it was more comfortable than sitting in the kitchen.<br/><br/>With a halfhearted grin, Weston said, â€œConsider me your first â€˜masterâ€™ that lets you stay outside your bottle. Itâ€™s cruel to keep such a lovely woman locked up.â€ Sometimes he just could not help himself when it came to women. He was always such a ladiesâ€™ man, self proclaimed of course, but he was civil and kept it in his pants. There were times where even that couldnâ€™t be helped, but he has long since outgrown that stage being old enough to know better. Obnoxious a majority of the time, yes, but he was not quite as immature as he could come off some times. He was carefree but underneath of that he did have a tendency to be self-conscious.