A/N: I'm back with the second chapter! I have also been posting actors I think would be perfect for my OCs on my TUMBLR account, if you want to check it out. I'd like to thank onlyindreams145 for beta-reading. If you recognize it from the Aladdin fandom, I don't own it with the exception of Abbas who belongs to hello_mintbloom. I also don't own the title, took that from a Choices story called Courtesan of Rome and changed Rome to Agrabah.

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"Harley: I've always had this attraction for extreme personalities. They're more exciting more challenging...
Dr. Leland: And more high-profile?
Harley: You can't deny that there's an element of glamour to these super-criminals.
Dr. Leland: I'll warn you right now: these are hard-core psychotics. They'd just as soon kill you as look at you. If you're thinking about cashing in on them by writing a tell-all book, think again. They'd eat a novice like you for breakfast."
-The Batman Adventures #1 Mad Love

Jafar entered the brothel, greeted by the smell of incense and surrounded by walls of purple and red carpeting with a table in the middle decorated with bowls of nuts, dates and grapes. He saw a young well-to-do man talking to an aging beauty with long dark hair and dark skin wearing a purple dress who Jafar assumed was Amana's Madam, Ishtar. He was about to take a seat in one of the chairs but, unfortunately, the only one available was next to Abbas.

"Apparently, your rejection at the party wasn't humiliating enough for you," Jafar remarked as he took his seat. "You wish to humiliate yourself at the brothel as well?"

"You can get a whore!" Iago squawked.

Jafar smirked at the angry expression on Abbas's face. "That foreign whore was foolish, but I'm sure her Madam can see reason," he responded.

A young woman came down from the steps and embraced the well-to-do man. Then the young woman turned to Ishtar and said a tearful good-bye as she left with the young man. Ishtar turned to Jafar and Abbas with a sad, yet serious, expression. "How may I help you gentlemen?" she asked.

Abbas wasted no time shooting out of his seat. "Yes, is this where you house that exotic beauty?" he asked her. "The one with the green eyes?"

This should be entertaining, Jafar thought with a smile.

Ishtar's eyes narrowed at the man. "If you mean Lady Amana, yes, she is one of my girls," she said politely, yet there was a slight venom in her voice.

"How much would it cost me to take her off your hands?" Abbas said, taking his bag from his pockets.

"I am afraid that Lady Amana has requested not to have you as a patron," Ishtar told him, the venom getting stronger.

"You misunderstood me, I have no desire to be her patron," Abbas explained, putting more gold coins in her hand. "I want her as my mistress."

Ishtar's eyes narrowed but she still maintained her poise. "Minister, Amana is my most desired lady. So I am afraid that I cannot sell her to you even if she wished for you to be her patron," Ishtar explained to Abbas. "I have already had to let another lady go and selling my most desired one would greatly damage my profits."

"Would that be the woman who left with that young man?" Jafar asked.

"Yes, Grand Vizier," Ishtar responded, her face softening as she turned to Jafar. "She fell in love with one of her patrons."

Jafar nodded as Abbas continued his negotiation. "I'm willing to pay a monthly fee, compensate you for your loss," he told Ishtar.

"The lady has already given you her answer," Jafar told him, his grip on his staff tightening. "It's best that you leave."

"This doesn't concern you," Abbas told Jafar sharply.

"The Grand Vizier is right," Ishtar told Abbas firmly. "Minister, I believe that you should refrain from entering my establishment in the future."

Abbas left in a huff as Ishtar turned to Jafar. "I am terribly sorry about this," she said to him.

"I am well-acquainted with that man," Jafar responded, waving her apology off. "He often needs the obvious explained to him."

Ishtar smiled and then quickly adopted a professional tone. "Do you have any business here, Grand Vizier?" she asked him.

"Yes," Jafar said, removing himself from his seat as he handed Ishtar his written request. "I will be attending a wedding and I was hoping that Lady Amana would accompany me as my guest... if she'll have me."

"I will make sure she receives your request," Ishtar said, taking the letter from him. "However, the final decision is hers."

* * *

Amana went to the sitting room, seeing Jamila with her long black hair falling in loose waves, light brown eyes and light blue dress with a group of girls giggling as she held a stack of papers in her hand. "Can you believe that a Sheik wants me to accompany him?" Jamila bragged, noticing Amana's presence. "Oh, Amana, so lovely of you to join us!"

Amana noticed Farah, a young girl in her tweens, in the corner rolling her eyes.

"Lovely to see you too, Jamila," Amana said with a pleasant tone. "May I be the first to congratulate you on receiving a Sheik for a patron?"

"Why thank you," Jamila said with false modesty as a servant handed Amana her requests. "He saw me when I was on the arms of an Amir at the festival and he just had to meet me." Then she added condescendingly. "I'm sure that you've received similar attention."

Amana browsed through the first letter. "I'm afraid I have received nothing to that extent, only a request to make a powerful Amir's son a man," she informed Jamila and then put that letter on the bottom of the pile. "A request from a visiting dignitary from Shirabad to meet him in his private chambers." That letter joined the previous one at the bottom of the pile. "A request from the Grand Vizier to accompany him to a wedding."

A collective gasp filled the room as Amana put that letter at the bottom of the pile. "A request from—"

"Did you just say that you received a request from the Grand Vizier?" Jamila asked unbelievably.

"Yes, his was the last request I mentioned," Amana said nonchalantly as she looked up to see Jamila's astonished face.

Jamila quickly turned her expression into a smile. "That is... quite an accomplishment!" she said, doing her best to mask the bitterness in her voice. "Especially for someone of your... background."

"A Sheik is rather impressive," Amana said, giving Jamila a false comfort. "It's rather noisy in here, so I believe that I will read these requests in my bedchamber."

Amana took her requests to her room with a smug smile, placing them on her mirror stand and about to dance around the room until she heard a knock on the door. "May I come in?" An excited young voice asked her on the other end.

"Of course, Farah," Amana responded, which was all the invitation Farah needed to rush in.

The young pre-teen girl with long jet black hair, olive skin and wearing a pink dress took a seat on Amana's bed and giggled like mad.

"Did you see the look on Jamila's face?" Farah managed to say through her laughs. "Her Sheik looked rather pathetic standing next to the Grand Vizier of Agrabah."

"You could say that," Amana said modestly yet a small smile tugged at her lips.

"And he's so handsome!" Farah said dreamily.

"Has the Grand Vizier replaced Heydar as your latest infatuation?" she joked, pulling out the chair near the mirror and taking her seat.

"N-no, of course not!" Farah said, her brown face turning red. "Besides, Heydar belongs to you."

Ever since Farah first saw Heydar, she'd been infatuated with his strong olive toned face surrounded by a well-groomed beard and how his raven black hair would fall into his brown eyes. However, she mistakenly believed that there were romantic feelings between Amana and her bodyguard.

"As I have told you before, Heydar and I are just friends," Amana informed her, getting up from her seat and shutting her door.

"Okay, I believe you," Farah said as if Amana held a deadly secret. "How do you think Heydar will feel when he discovers that the Grand Vizier is your newest patron?"

"I highly doubt that Heydar will be concerned."

"As he shouldn't be," a voice said from Amana's doorway that sounded like Ishtar.

Amana opened the door to see her standing there with her arms crossed.

"Aunt Ishtar!" Farah greeted.

"Farah, will you please wait outside?" Ishtar asked her.

As soon as Farah left, Ishtar shut the door. "I see my niece is still having flights of fancy about you and Heydar."

"She's young and impressionable," Amana said, sitting back in her chair. "When she comes out to society, she'll realize that life is not the fairy tale she imagines."

"Which will be very soon," Ishtar said with a worried sigh.

"That is why you put Farah under my tutelage," Amana explained to her. "So she can learn to sway powerful men rather than being swayed by them."

Ishtar nodded and then turned to Amana. "As you intend to sway the Grand Vizier," she pointed out.

"I'd be a fool to reject his invitation," Amana responded. "But his is not the only invitation I will accept."

"We have already made an enemy of the Minister of Infrastructure," Ishtar warned Amana as she walked around the room. "It would be wise to ally ourselves with a powerful man."

"Not just any powerful man," Amana said almost dreamily. "The most powerful man in Agrabah."

"Your patron is the Grand Vizier, not the Sultan," Ishtar quickly reminded her.

"Yes, but the Grand Vizier can manipulate the Sultan into doing his bidding," Amana explained. "And, if I play my cards right, I can manipulate the Grand Vizier into doing my bidding. So, in a way, it would be as if I ruled Agrabah." Amana laughed at the look on Ishtar's face. "I jest, Mama."

Ishtar stayed silent as if she were looking for the right words. "Up until now, your patrons have been young and naive," she told her.

"The Grand Vizier is not an old man," Amana pointed out.

"Yes, but he is older than your usual patrons," Ishtar argued back. "And, as a politician, he won't be easily manipulated."

"I am aware that the Grand Vizier may be more difficult than my usual patrons," Amana admitted. "But my usual patrons was getting rather dull."

"Amana, you are playing a dangerous game," Ishtar told her harshly. "If the Grand Vizier suspects that you are manipulating him, he could easily destroy you." Ishtar turned to Amana. "Do not misunderstand my intentions, I would be more than happy to have the Grand Vizier as a patron of my establishment." Amana saw the worried look in Ishtar's eyes. "However, you need to understand the risks involved."

"I understand," Amana told Ishtar and added with more confidence than she felt. "And I will make sure to be subtle."

* * *

Amana looked through her wardrobe, narrowing down her more elegant dresses. She stopped briefly at her red one, knowing it would go well with Jafar's dark robes but remembered what Ishtar told her. Perhaps she needed a more subtle color such as white, a representation of innocence. Then again, she was going to a wedding and would rather not appear as if she were upstaging the bride. The knocking on her door interrupted her thoughts.

"May I come in?" A young feminine voice asked that Amana recognized as Farah's

"Yes, of course," Amana said, not looking away from her dresses.

She heard the door open and Farah's footsteps stopped just behind her. "Is this for the wedding you're attending with the Grand Vizier?"

"Yes," Amana admitted, looking through her dresses. "I need to make an impression."

"Why not wear one of your badlahs?" Farah suggested innocently. "It would certainly make an impression."

"Badlahs are for entertaining as a dancer at a party," Amana explained. "Or for when you're asked to entertain privately." She continued browsing through her dresses. "What I need is an elegant dress that will make an impression without overstating myself." Then she found two dresses, one light blue and one dark blue, and held them up for Farah to see. "Which one do you prefer?"

"Why does it matter?" Farah asked.

"The Grand Vizier will make a powerful ally," Amana explained. "I need to plan every move carefully, from what I say to what I wear."

"You make it sound like going to war," Farah joked.

"I suppose, in a way, it is," Amana said, giving both dresses another look. "While men fight wars with weapons and blood, women fight them with charm and beauty."

"You sound like my aunt."

"It was your aunt who taught me that."

"I think you should wear the light blue one," Farah suggested. "Bright colors are better at drawing attention than darker ones are."

"Ordinarily, such a strategy would work," Amana admitted in deep contemplation. "However, considering the Grand Vizier's preference for darker colors, I think the dark blue might be better."

Amana put the light blue dress back in her wardrobe.

And so, the battle begins.

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"I hope you didn't invite me to accompany you just to stand in a corner," Amana said only half-jokingly as she watched the guests dance with the bride and groom being the center of attention.

"Does it really matter?" Jafar asked her bitterly. "You will receive payment no matter how you spend your time with me."

"Yes but, if you wish for me to accept your requests in the future, you may want to put in a bit more effort," Amana pointed out. "Most of my patrons usually ask me to dance or introduce me to the guests."

"You seem rather confident that I will request you in the future," Jafar countered back.

A serving girl stopped by them holding a tray of red wine glasses.

"May I?" Amana asked, putting her hand near another glass.

"Yes, my Lady," the serving girl said and then left after Amana took one of the glasses

"Very well," she told the Grand Vizier aloud. "Since you have no interest in dancing or mingling with the other guests, perhaps you'd like to converse with me?"

"That would depend on the topic of conversation," Jafar responded, indicating to Heydar in the corner dressed in armor and keeping his eye on Amana and the Grand Vizier. "Would it be as to why your bodyguard stares at the two of us so intently?"

"He's only making sure that you do not harm me," Amana explained, savoring the sour taste of wine from her glass. "I'll admit, he can be a bit... dedicated to his job."

"Thankfully, his dedication is protecting you from a real threat," Jafar told her as his grip on his staff tightened.

Amana turned around to see Abbas try to approach Amana with a sleazy grin on his face but, thankfully, Heydar intercepted him. She saw Heydar's eyes narrow while the Minister smugly conversed with him. Amana couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about, but felt a sense of relief that she would not have to put up with the Minister's harassment.

"I suppose that I will have to thank Heydar for keeping the Minister away from me," Amana admitted, turning back to face Jafar. "But why discuss that snake when there are far more interesting subjects at hand?"

"Very well," Jafar said, his grip on his staff loosening. "What would you rather discuss?"

"You," Amana answered. "How did a man as young as you manage to rise in power so quickly? How do you handle the burden of aiding the Sultan in his attempts to keep Agrabah prosperous?" Amana stroked Iago with her free hand. "How did you obtain this adorable parrot?"

"You wish to know so much about me and refuse to tell me anything about yourself?" Jafar asked her suspiciously.

"I suppose we can exchange information," Amana agreed. "What is it you wish to know about me?"

"Why you chose to become a lady of the court. How you managed to become so admired by the public," Jafar began, gazing into Amana's eyes as he ran a finger through a loose strand of hair that escaped her dark blue veil. "How you managed to obtain those lovely green eyes."

Amana stayed silent as her green eyes looked into Jafar's black eyes, only giving him a coy smile. "Perhaps we can make a game out of it," she suggested.

Jafar jolted back as if trying to comprehend what Amana said. "A game?"

"We analyze each other and speculate," Amana explained. "I'll go first." She studied Jafar, noticing the expensive clothes. "You come from a small noble family, but you had an ambition to achieve greatness. I imagine that you spent most of your childhood studying." Amana acknowledged the armor on Jafar's clothes. "Eventually, you enlisted in the military and fought in the war, which would explain why a man with so much power would constantly have an expression as if he wished to fling himself off the top of the palace." Jafar narrowed his eyes and squeezed his staff as Iago squawked " top of the palace." "However, your military history did earn you enough recognition to have a seat on the council of viziers. Then you focused on forming connections in the right places, particularly with the Sultan, and managed to earn the title of Grand Vizier." Amana stroked Iago. "As for this little bird, you obtained him during a vast pilgrimage and he's been your loyal companion ever since."

"I suppose it's my turn," Jafar said, studying Amana. "You are the illegitimate daughter of an Agrabanian Amir and a foreign commoner from Skansland, Arendelle, or Corona. Your father brought you back to Agrabah when your mother died and raised you as his daughter. You were too high in class to be a simple servant, yet too low to be considered a true noble. You would never receive a true marriage prospect, so you chose to become a lady of the court."

Amana took a huge drink from her glass. "Very astute," she said admirably.

"Then I'm correct," Jafar said proudly.

"I said that you were astute," Amana teased. "Not that you were correct."

The party died down as Heydar came to collect Amana. "It's time to leave," he told her.

"I'm not finished with her yet," Jafar told Heydar harshly and then turned Amana. "Tell me, were my deductions correct?"

"Why don't we finish our game another time?" Amana suggested. "Keep the mystery alive for a little while longer?"

"Very well, Lady Amana," Jafar said hesitantly. "I may require your services again."

"I have many patrons, Grand Vizier," Amana told him as she went with Heydar. "But I will be sure to make time for you."

* * *

Amana walked the streets of Agrabah with Heydar, noticing some merchants still kept their stands open while others were closing down for the night as she wondered how correct her deductions about Jafar were.

"Seems like you had fun," Heydar acknowledged, breaking the silence.

"Surprisingly, yes," Amana said to Heydar. "Thanks to you."

"Me?" Heydar responded shocked. "What did I do?"

"You kept that snake away from me," Amana answered and, noticing that didn't lift Heydar's confusion, explained what she meant. "The Grand Vizier and I saw you talking to the Minister of Infrastructure."

"I was just doing my job," Heydar told Amana, sensing slight anger in his voice.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing," Heydar responded, even though his voice betrayed him. "Dealing with the Minister just made me feel a little... uneasy."

"How?" Amana asked as a nearby vendor asked her if she wanted to buy some jewelry.

"Just the usual," Heydar explained. "How I don't belong at high society parties. Asking how it feels to be pushed to the side, observing the life that used to be mine."

Amana sighed as she remembered hearing Heydar's story about how he inherited his estate from his father when he was younger but, due to not knowing anything except how to sword fight, became dependent on his uncle to run the estate. Unfortunately, his uncle betrayed him by taking his estate away and leaving him out on the streets. Had Ishtar not found Heydar and offered him a job, he wouldn't be alive today.

"I'm sorry he harassed you," Amana said sympathetically. "But that's not the first time some snooty noble's put you down."

"It's more than that," Heydar admitted and then stumbled over his next words. "The Minister told me that you need to watch out for the Grand Vizier."

"That's the third person who's said that in the past few days," Amana noted and then added sardonically. "Though I highly doubt we should take the word of a man who tossed gold coins at my feet and asked me for a 'private dance.'"

"I'll admit, I was a little skeptical myself," Heydar said, recalling the conversation. "It was the same rumors I've heard before, about how you shouldn't cross him and how people who do cross him have a tendency to disappear."

"In other words, the Minister didn't tell you anything that neither one of us has heard before," Amana said with an eye roll.

"Considering the way the Grand Vizier looked at you, I'm starting to wonder if the rumors are true," Heydar said in contemplation.

"How did he look at me?" Amana asked.

"I don't know really know how to explain it but he looked at you like you were a.. possession," Heydar said, stumbling for the right words. "Like you belong to him and only him."

"So no different from my usual patrons," Amana remarked.

"Most of your usual patrons don't look at me like they want to kill me," Heydar countered back.

Amana turned to face her bodyguard as if he just said that he met Sinbad the pirate. "What do you mean?"

"When I said that you had to leave, I got this feeling that he really wanted me out of the way," Heydar said, recalling the look in Jafar's eyes that sent a chill down his spine.

"He was probably upset that we didn't get to finish our game," Amana rationalized.

"What game?"

"I came up with this little guessing game where we look at each other and guess each other's past," Amana explained, smiling as she recalled their conversation. "Though neither one of us knows if we guessed right."

"What did he guess about you?" Heydar asked, panic seeping into his voice.

"Relax, he didn't guess anything that would incriminate anyone," Amana reassured him.

"Good," Heydar said quickly. "But you still need to be wary of him."

"I'll be fine," Amana told Heydar as they finally made their way to the brothel. "I highly doubt that the Grand Vizier's any more dangerous than my previous patrons and, if he is, I have you to protect me."

"What if I'm not around to protect you?" Heydar asked as they entered the doors.

Amana lifted up her dress to show a dagger in her garter. "Then it's a good thing I've come prepared."

* * *

Jafar retreated to his lair, burying himself in a book about genies. He had to admit that the information was rather inconsistent, with one story that talked about a genie a fisherman had accidentally released from a bottle. The genie explained to the fisherman that for the first hundred years of his imprisonment, he swore to enrich the person who freed him forever, but nobody freed him. For the second century of his imprisonment, he swore to grant his liberator great wealth, but nobody freed him. After another century, he swore to grant three wishes to the person who freed him, yet nobody did so. After four hundred years of imprisonment, the jinni became enraged and swore to grant the person who freed him a choice of deaths. Then the fisherman tricked the genie back into the bottle, told a few other stories and then managed to convince the genie not to murder him. He found another variation where a young boy tricked another genie into granting him three wishes and then, after fulfilling his part of the bargain, left to enjoy his freedom. Another tale claimed that you can find genies in rings and lamps and that they would grant unlimited wishes. While another said that genies were destructive forces of nature that would wreak havoc if unleashed and you needed to use the third wish to send them back into their prison. Right now, there was a destructive force he would love to imprison.

Great, that woman was invading his thoughts again. No matter, there were more important things to worry about then whether or not he won her foolish game. There was one tale where a little girl claimed that she purchased a magic lamp from the Bazaar with a genie that granted three wishes. She used the first two wishes to make her life better but then used the last wish to go back to her old life and learned to appreciate what she already had. It sounded like one of those stories parents tell their children to make them feel better about their pathetic existence. He found another story claiming that sorcerers could summon genies and have them do their bidding, or possess unwilling victims, which Jafar found laughable. If that were true, he wouldn't need to hypnotize the Sultan to make him see reason, and he would have used the genie to possess Amana to be under his complete control, being forever rid of her games.

Jafar slammed the book shut. It was useless, no matter how hard he tried to focus on overthrowing the Sultan, that distraction in the form of an exotic tease would not leave his thoughts.

"Master upset?" Iago asked perched on top of Jafar's desk.

"No, Iago, I thought slamming the book would help get the dust off!" Jafar practically shouted. "Of course I'm upset! My only hope of overthrowing that sentimental old fool lies in a myth!"

"fling himself off the top of the palace!" Iago squawked, bringing that woman back into his thoughts. "Just purchase her again."

"And become another pawn in her game?" Jafar said bitterly.

"Buy her permanently," Iago suggested.

It wasn't a bad idea. If Amana was permanently his, she would be under his complete control and, if she did anything he didn't like, he would teach her a lesson. Then he remembered what Ishtar said when Abbas had tried to do the same.

"The only way I could buy Amana permanently is if she fell in love with me," Jafar responded, remembering the young woman that left with a noble.

"Hypnotize her."

Yes, he could use his snake staff on Amana and hypnotize her into becoming his paramour. He imagined Amana under his complete control, calling him master as she followed his every command. Of course, the hypnosis wouldn't last and he'd have to waste more time trying to make sure that she didn't leave. He'd save that plan for a later day.

"Isn't it about time that you went on your night time flight?" Jafar asked Iago. "Maybe you can check on the woman while you're there."

"Yes, Master," Iago said as he flew out of the palace.

Jafar closed his eyes and concentrated on seeing what Iago would see and hearing what he would hear. He saw the city through a bird's eye view, letting himself be enchanted by the evening sky as the sounds of crickets chirped in the distance while the buildings rushed past him. For a moment, Jafar forgot his anger and felt a sense of calm wash over him. Then he heard Amana's voice in the distance.

"I want to be a sailor, Sailing out to sea. No plowboy, tinker, tailor's, Any fun to be," she sang softly

Stop! Jafar commanded Iago as he turned around to see the brothel. Do you hear that?

No, I went momentarily deaf, Iago sniped back. Yes, I hear that!

"Aunts and cousins, By the baker's dozens, Drive their men to sea, Or highway robbery."

Iago flew toward the brothel, checking every window until coming across a balcony where the voice got louder.

" I want to be a bandit, Can't you understand it? Sailing to sea is life for me, Is life for me."

Iago finally found the balcony to Amana's room and Jafar saw her in her sleepwear, brushing her hair as Iago tapped on the door. Amana quickly got up and let him in, smiling at the little bird.

"Iago, what are you doing here?" she asked, petting the bird and unintentionally giving Jafar a generous view of her cleavage. "Did your master send you?"

"Master sent me," Iago responded, to Jafar's chagrin but Amana only laughed.

"Tell your master that I enjoyed being with him at the party," she told Iago, getting a jar of jam from on top of her dresser. "And that he's free to request my services again, if he wishes."

"If he wishes," Iago squawked.

At least you won't need a genie to fulfill that wish, Iago mocked.

Shut up and concentrate! Jafar scolded.

Jafar hated being connected to Iago telepathically, as he never resisted the opportunity to taunt his master. While Iago did taunt him often in physical form, he had trouble voicing his thoughts through his beak. It was a problem that didn't exist in this mode.

"You must be hungry," Amana said, taking a jar of jam from her dresser and screwing off the lid. "I was going to give this to Farah, but I don't think there's any harm in sharing some of it with you."

Amana took a little spoon and scooped some jam into it, looking at the food in her hand as if it were the most disgusting thing she'd ever held. Then she held out the spoon to Iago who tilted his head back.

"Can't say I blame you on that one," Amana said as she put the spoon back into the jar. "Unfortunately, that's all I have with me but, next time, I'll be better prepared." She scratched the bird's head. "Get you some bird seeds from the Bazaar, even get you a little bird perch."

"Next time," Iago squawked.

"I warn you, that might take awhile," Amana said sadly as she crawled into her bed. "I have quite a few patrons I need to see and not a single one of them would want to take me to the Bazaar."

Patrons? Jafar repeated, feeling jealousy rise up inside him.

Might be a while before she can see you, Iago taunted.

"So, I'm going to need plenty of beauty sleep," Amana told Iago, curling up in her bed. "Good night, Iago."

"Good night," Iago squawked back.

Amana closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

What a waste of time, Jafar thought bitterly. I've learned nothing of value!

Yeah, sucks to be you, Iago thought snidely. Now can I go, or are you going to make me watch her sleep?

Then it occurred to Jafar why Amana would never say anything relevant to Iago. She knew Iago would repeat what she'd say and would never be foolish enough to incriminate herself. However, if Amana did talk in her sleep, she wouldn't be able to control what came out of her mouth.

Stay, Jafar ordered Iago.

In case you forgot, I'm a parrot not a dog, Iago responded. I'll tell you the difference, a—

Before Iago could finish his thought, Amana's eyes moved and she uttered one word.

"Jafar?"

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A/N: So, what did you think? I know telepathic Iago sounds more like cartoon Iago than film Iago, but my head canon is that he can't talk much because of the beak and I thought it would be a nice Easter egg. Plus, I'm working on my own original story called Return of the Greek Gods where witches can speak to their familiars telepathically and I thought that this would be good practice. Also, I took some of the genie information from Arabian fairy tales, Thief of Baghdad, general genie lore, Fables and the Aladdin comic book that goes with the movie. The song Amana sings also comes from Thief of Baghdad because I wanted something that sounded old but I suck at writing lyrics. So, I had to steal. Anyway, feel free to review because that keeps me motivated. If you want your character to have a cameo in my fanfic, you can PM me about it. I'm also open to RPing, if you're interested.