Ali was a little taken back by this woman once he appeared in front of him.  He almost missed the way her fingernails had turned green and she was almost in an attack mode.  How could she mistake him for evil?  Could she not tell by his bottle what he was?  It was not like people should not have heard of genies no matter what century he was in.  He noticed the woods they seemed to be in were soggy and wet and he had wondered if it had been raining.   “Vase, this looks nothing like a vase” He said as he pointed at it.  “Are you blind or something?”  Ali really needed an attitude adjustment, but he didn’t care and hated dealing with stupity.<br/><br/>Ali looked at this woman a little weird, although he was not sure why.  It had been a long time since he had a woman as a Mistress.  Most of the time it was men that grabbed him up because they were greedy and knew what he was.  All they ever wanted was riches, property, and the occasional wanted love.  Of course he could never give them the love they wanted, but he could give them woman and sex coming out their ears.  This woman he had to admit was different than anyone and she proved that completely when she handed him back his bottle.  It was not that he could not touch his own bottle, it was just frowned upon.  “Listen here Mistress; I cannot keep this bottle you need to hold on to it.”<br/><br/>When the woman started to walk away from him he finally took a moment to breathe in the fresh air and take in his surroundings.  How could this woman not wish for anything?  Everyone wants something.  “How can you not want anything in your life?”  Ali asked as he continued to follow the woman thru the wet mossy grass.  “You know this high grass is ruining my shoes and clothes.”  Ali said with a rather short tone.  Not that he could not repair his clothes later, he could always use magic on his self when he needed it, he just felt like complaining.<br/><br/>Ali hated have to do all this physical walking thru the gods knew what, but he needed her to take the bottle away from him.  He could not believe how awful the walk was, all the hops and jumps he had to make.  He could not do magic as long as he held the bottle and he could not help but let out a audible growl, “You know if you would tell me where you wanted to go I go take us there.”  He snapped out once they reached a field of more icky moss.  “I would even do it free of charge.  Just take the damn bottle.” He said as he shoved the bottle back in her hands, “I cannot be in possession of the bottle; you’re the mistress so get used to it.”  He said finally being free of the bottle to clean his clothes and shoes.