He smiled smugly. "Didn't you ever learn from genies? You can't wish for more wishes." He crossed his arms staring her down as he still tried to catch his breath. He found her wish curious, but a part of him wanted to know the other two. He studied the space around him, a large open space, with one particular mural that caught his eye. The shape of a ballerina dancing, made of fire and razor wire. He found it curious and coincidental, making him think of Nadia this particular night.<br/><br/>"Fine, I'll take the three wishes, but like you, I'm going to save the other two. I'll use only one for today." He turned towards Nadia, looking so beautiful under the street-lamp light pouring through the windows. He could ask for a million things; to kiss her, to make love to her, to both give up everything so they could be together forever. However he had a better idea, something he was in the mood for at this moment. He walked over to her and held out his hand, "I want you to dance with me," he smiled at her, "and to not laugh if I step on your toes."