He does indeed.

"What's the difference between changing someone's history and... "True" time manipulation?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Mira grimaced and actually stopped playing with herself. "That's... Really complicated in ways I don't fully understand and can't easily explain."

"Try." Markus didn't quite order. Beside him, Pyrrha was quietly catching her breath, but still listening.

Mira licked her lips as she gathered the right words. "The Lamp is Powerful." She stated with a solemnity Markus had never heard before. "Like, cosmically powerful. It can twist and bend the laws of physics so much it looks like it breaks them— but it can't actually do so. It can look backwards, forwards, even sideways in time. But if it, or we try to change things, the consequences are completely unpredictable, even dangerous to it. It's also impossible to bring you or me back to a time before either of us rubbed the Lamp. Truly impossible. And not just because it has to be related to sex somehow."

"That hardly answered my question." Markus pointed out. He decided...not to think too hard about what the genie was implying. What could be dangerous to something like the Lamp?

"Right, sorry!" Mira frowned in thought. "It's like..." One hand stuck out as if to grab the right words. "The difference between editing a couple words or lines in a book, and writing entire new chapters that don't interfere with the story that's already completed. It's technically possible, but the Lamp can't do that without **** consequences it can't predict. So, hair color yes, stopping wars and stuff no."

"So... Changing someone's history would basically amount to nothing more than altering memories, maybe even photos and other records, but not actually changing the past, just how everyone remembers the past, way different from making it so that person was actually always like that?" Markus mused, crossing his arms, grasping the difference almost immediately.

Mira opened her mouth to say 'close enough', then simply nodded. "Yep!"

Markus almost noticed the oddity in how quickly the genie had nodded, but something else distracted him. Something warm and wet.

"Gah! Oh, wow..." He sighed and ran his hands through the soft red hair of the woman blowing him.

Pyrrha hummed as she sucked her way up to the tip of her Master's shaft, her tongue flicking to the sides to catch every drop of cum. She kissed the very tip and smiled up at Markus.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I certainly don't have any regrets about this!" She rose higher on her knees, idly dragging the dick in her hand along the curve of one breast. "What's next? Do I live here full time now?" She winked. "Your live-in slut?"