He isn't as surprised as you'd think.

Norman did three things in rapid succession: First he reacted as any man would when a gorgeous dark haired 'genie' appeared before him...he checked her out as quickly as possible. Secondly he backed away from her, which only caused her to giggle and float closer to him. Thirdly, he fainted.

A few moments later his vision unclouded itself and the sounds coming from around him faded back slowly to his ears. Inara was looking down on her new Master with concern mixed with laughter.

"Really Norm, I know I'm extremely hot, but fainting from the very sight of me? That's a first for me, actually." She reached out a hand and helped him back to his couch where he sat wide-eyed and incredulous for a few moments. He looked her over again, this time with a more logical mind and less about how beautiful she was, "So...are you a genie or an ifrit," he asked while looking into her bright, purple eyes.

Inara was genuinely taken aback. She'd had a few Masters and Mistresses in recent years across a few different universes, and most had assumed genie right out of the gate. It wasn't a bad assumption, honestly. Golden lamp, puff of smoke, beautiful woman with bright colored harem outfits on. However, very few had ever guessed ifrit right off the bat, and a quick search of Norm's mind confirmed that he was genuinely curious because he didn't know.

Clearing her throat Inara allowed her purple cloud to dissipate and floated down to the couch to sit with the weary beat cop. "Well, well, well. You're full of surprises, aren't you Norman?" She sat back and lounged on the couch, presenting herself to him, and showing off her breasts, "To answer your question, I am an ifrit."

Norman nodded and smiled, "Well, I guess that makes things a bit different." He eyed her body, but always returned to her eyes. They were bright, almost glowing, with this purple light that seemed to ignite something in him he hadn't quite placed yet. "I'll be honest, I've never really thought too seriously about what I'd do with wishes of any kind...never mind the kind of wishes you might want me to make."

This put Inara back on her feet from the curve ball Norm had lobbed her way. Giggling with a seductive chuckle she grinned like a Cheshire cat and returned to her floating again, "Well Master, I specialize in lust and have a millennia of experience to help you along. Just keep in mind that you must make one wish a day, or I'll be forced to inflict a punishment on you...no matter how cute you're becoming."