Chrom, and he is shocked!

Chrom stared at the Lamp, and slowly drew Falchion, and poked at the Lamp, Lissa backing away from it slowly. "Um, I'm sorry for kicking you, Mr. um... Thing!" she said. "Please don't eat me too!"

"My Lord, you should back away from that cursed object!" Frederick protested Chrom's actions. "Whatever it is, it's clearly not safe!"

"It also has our new tactician inside of it," Chrom replied flatly. He then proceeded to strike it with Falchion. A burst of **** erupted from the Lamp as the Divine Blade, albeit depowered, actually left a small scratch on it, but blasted Chrom back in retaliation. He hit a tree with a grunt.

The Lamp glowed red briefly, as if to show irritation, before the scratch faded. "...ow," Chrom grunted, getting up. "Well, that clearly didn't work..."

"You think!?" Lissa shrieked. "Maybe quit messing with it!"

"My Lord, I understand that you want to rescue this Robin, but the endeavor seems futile. She could be dead already for all we know," Frederick counseled.

Chrom gave Frederick a flat look. "Maybe, but we don't know for sure... We'll take it back to Ylisse, see what the mages back home can discover about it, and hopefully get Robin out of it," he said, going to pick the Lamp up.

"My Lord, if you insist on this, then allow me to take the risk of carrying-!" Frederick started to protest, but Chrom had already put his hand on the Lamp, brushing it.

The Lamp suddenly jolted, and spewed the sliver mist again, and Chrom yelped, stepping back. Instead of grabbing him and pulling him in however, the mist hovered and swirled until it coalesced into the top half of Robin, who had her eyes closed in a serene manner as she stretched, her lower half still missing, replaced by a trail of the mist, still connected to the spout of the Lamp. Her attire had changed as well. Her coat has shrunk down into an open top without sleeves, and ending midway down her torso. Her breasts were... "covered" by a skimpy silk bra that was completely transparent, making her erect nipples easy to see. Her gloves were gone, her wrists wrapped by golden armlets encrusted with diamonds, her neck covered by a similar collar. She also wore a tiara that had an attached veil made of the same silk over her bust.

Her eyes opened, and she gazed adoringly upon Chrom. "Greetings, my Master. Thank you for releasing me from the Lamp. I am now its Sex Genie." She clapped her hands together, and bowed her head. "How many I serve you?"

The expressions on Chrom, Frederick, and Lissa's faces can only be summed up by three words: What the fuck!?