Cyrus wasn't angry at all. He was more concerned about frightening her. He knelt down on one knee, to be on the same level as her, figuring that if she wasn't looking up at him, he wouldn't be so imposing.

His smile was genuine as he replied to her concerns about the bottle. "It's up to my master to decide if I stay in my bottle or not. As much as it's my home and I'm fond of it, I would rather stay out here, if you wouldn't mind." It was clear she was not going to be like any of his strict masters so he didn't fear making the request.

Then he laughed lightly. "My name is Cyrus and I am a genie. Your genie. Hold out your hand." He requested kindly.