"Paxton," she repeated, trying out the name for herself.  Since Paxton was sitting at the desk, she contented herself with sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding the plate in one hand while eating with the other.  Whatever it was, it tasted much better than her usual "food".  She conjured a glass of water for herself, then took a small sip.  "Well, thank you for finally telling me your name."  She would have said it was nice to meet him, but frankly, it wasn't.  She still didn't like humans, and thus far, Paxton had done nothing to endear himself to her.  In fact, quite the opposite.

"Thank you for the meal," she added, though it was very stiff and formal.  She didn't mind that it was leftovers; anything was better than conjured foods.  She did, however, mind that she had to eat it up here, in silence, behind a locked door, and hidden from the world around her.  She didn't want revenge against humans or any silly thing like that; [i]they[/i] hadn't been the ones to put her in the cursed lamp.  She simply wanted freedom - more than anything in the world, she wanted to be free.

Several of her previous masters had promised to set her free before.  Obviously, however, greed had changed their minds.  She doubted Paxton would be any different.