You pause, and recall the Arabian Nights and all the other stories that involve "free" wishes. They invariably go wrong, so you wish.
"I wish you would tell me how to safely make a wish, so that it won't backfire on me, Bahiya," you announce proudly at your cleverness.
Bahiya balks and then laughs, "Well, master, that puts you ahead of the game for most masters they just wish of the first thing that pops into their heads. Basically, the only safe wish is an especially precise wish."
"I wish you would tell me examples," you say after a long pause.
"Well, you're off to a good start. My last clever master asked me to "give" him examples instead of tell, and so I gave him the example of a wishing for a million bucks, and produced a heard of stampeding stags. Somewhere around the thousandth stampeding buck he expired and I ceased to be his slave," she says with an evil grin, and tries to pause, but finds herself unable to stop talking, "Then there was the fellow who wished he was young, and I changed into a babbling baby. Pity we were out in the middle of the desert," she adds with mock tears. "Oh, come on!" she says angily at some unseen force, "He said "examples," and I told him more than one example."
Now she forces a smile, and asks, "What is your wish, master?"
"I wish you really wanted to make me happy, so that you would grant my wishes with the express purpose of me not regretting the wish."
"Hm, you want me to make you ecstatically happy all the time?" she asks slyly.
You blurt out "Yes" before you notice her expression. You mouth "Oh, oh!" and then the transformation takes hold...