Sawyer had mix feelings when Jasmine’s purple smoke filled his room. Happy and relief filled him to see her in front of him. Anger for the fact that she made him commanded her out of the bottle. He never treated and talked her as if she was his slave. Seeing for what she was a beautiful woman. Trapped in bottle by an evil man. It never set with him that he was the owner of bottle thus making the owner of her.<br/><br/>But if never bought the bottle she wouldn’t have been in his life in the first place. Something he wouldn’t change.The thing of it was that he didn’t see Jasmine as possession. But as person, someone he had fallen in love with. Never once did he treat her anything other than a friend. Never did he command her to do anything.<br/><br/>Sawyer jaw tightens when she called him master. It was something they had discussed.  So she knew how he felt about her calling him master.  His jaw tightened even more. As saw the way that she acted, hands folded slight bow. The obedient servant.   This was the first time she acted and talked this way with him. It grated against his already raw nerves. Lacing his fingers together, looking at her with anger still lingered in his eyes. Long moments pass. The tension in the air was palatable.<br/><br/>“I don’t believe that it is wise that I make a wish. Right at the moment.” Sawyer said length. “Beside there is only one wish I want granted. Something you refuse to grant.”<br/><br/>“ Mostly because I’m angry that you made me command you out of that damn bottle. I pleaded with you to come out.  You know that I hate being called master. Yet you force me to issue a command.  Master reminds me that I bought that bottle and it contents” he said quietly. The last statement he hadn’t said before. Looking at his hands. “No one should be owned.”<br/><br/>“I care for Jasmine, I wouldn’t change how we met. But I do not like being your master.” He said evenly. “Where does that leave us Jasmine?”