The Knave just snorted at the comment about names and said nothing. From what he knew, Cyrus had always been Cyrus, whether he was a genie or not. He had changed who he was and his name changed with him.

His amusement faded as the mention of payment. He should have known there was a catch. There was always a catch. He had brought up the idea of payment earlier and insinuated he could meet whatever the pirates demanded. Hook would be an idiot not to call him on it.

"Right, payment," he said, thinking furiously. He was fairly sure a stale peanut would be right out and he didn't want to offer up Granny's keys unless he absolutely had to. "I don't suppose we could work it off?"