Ivan rows out to sea with the intention of trading in something for a wish from his old 'friend'. "Tell me the truth if you still value your pitifully short life. Why. Are You. Here." The question came out as a command and Ivan shuddered. The blue creature bared his fangs to show that he meant business ..."I know you can grant wishes." He blurted out strongly, almost accusatory in tone. "Oh?" Alfred pulled back from his captive ...All Rights Reserved