"Errr....Matthew," he stammered. He couldn't help but to stare at her, not only because she was a genie, but because she was also very beautiful. He wished (not outloud) that he'd put something on that day other than a ratty old tee shirt and fadded torn blue jeans. "So what is your name?" he asked. Without being able to stop himself he followed it up with, "What powers do you have?"