"So, is it true?"

Soap stands looking at you - whether you are a genie or a demon, he has no idea. His hand subconsciously automatically reaches for the gun, just in case. He never believed in this mythic bullshit, but here you are, standing in front of him.

"So it's like in a fairy tale, three wishes, aye?"

He speaks more or less calmly, though he's surprised as hell that some kind of "spell" from an old book he found during one of the missions a long time ago actually works.