The genie returned to her lamp. Her job was done. Damon had had his wishes and as he was dead, well, there was nothing left to do. She had seen enough mortals lose their lives because of their own wishes. She lost her sense of concern long ago. Especially as she was the one to lead them to their deaths. Well, partially, at least. She had fin with their wordings, yes, but humans made common and stupid wishes anyway. Why could they not pour more thoughts into their desires, instead of blurting things out loud with no thoughts whatsoever? Their lack of forethought just wasn't her problem. Oh, and she did warn them at times, but hey, few ever listened anyway. She helped people with good hearts, good intentions and children. She was no monster after all. Yet she was an immortal being with much time to spare and condemned to serve masters until the end of time, so it was normal she would have fun with those foolish creatures enjoying power - temporary power, very temporary - over her. Seeing these measly creatures thing they were so smart squirm was fun! They never learned and she always found ways to screw them over!
With a yawn, the genie went back into her lamp. She might as well lounge in a jacuzzi and catch up on series until her next master showed up. This lamp had all the luxuries she could ever think of, so she was always glad to return to it. Paradoxically, within its confines she was free. Then again, well, she was free to thrust stupid mortals into deliciously awful lives too. As she switched on her TV, she wondered idly what sort of person would rub the lamp next. If he or she bothered her, she'd make sure to be particularly mean. After all, Damon's things would be moved out sooner or later and then someone was bound to find the lamp.