"What? Why is there only one wish? Shouldn't it be three?
Where are the other two? Did you, the greedy middleman, pocket the difference?"
George, who had lost his vigilance due to the devil's temptation, although he hadn't encountered a real "sprite," was already familiar with the market. After the initial joy, he quickly turned to angrily feeling cheated by a swindler.
The [Genie of the Bottle] glanced up and down at his bony frame, chuckled a couple of times:
"Sir, I'll assume your first wish is for a healthy body, capable of satisfying once a day, every day, waking up in the morning still full of vigor."
George felt entirely seen through by the other party, turned to look at the people he brought with him, realizing they were all frozen in place as if the pause button had been pressed, unable to hear their conversation.
Only then, with a flushed face, did he utter:
"Yes, you're right, I did want that."
The [Genie of the Bottle] wagged his finger at him and continued:
