Jeannie frowned in confusion. “Why would I want a different master? Sir Guy is wonderful! He does not like to watch me directly, but he is very generous. He lets me help others. Anyone I like, without asking him. I have had masters that would not allow such things.”
She shook her head. “A genie does not get to choose a master. That is not how it works.”
Then she blushed, pink staining her cheeks, because she had done something that came very close to just that. She had all but put her bottle in Guy of Gisborne’s hands. She had not broken the rules, but she had bent them rather far.