Andrew was pretty sure the man's name was Mr. Stiles but decided to chalk up the differenct to the whole dimensional nexus thing. Looking around the store, he figured this would probably be the best place to get a few of the supplies he didn't bring from home.

"So... Mr. Giles," he really emphasized the G, like whoa, "I was wondering if I could pick up a few things." He consulted the mental list he had just made up, "I need a few black candles with at least a four inch base, non-tapered if you've got 'em, a good incense burner made of iron or some cold metal equivalent, a ceremonial dagger - straight edge is fine, but something cool and curvy or twisted would be so much better, some concentrated yak's blood, and any texts you might have written in ancient Sumerian or Sanskrit." Andrew smiled, "Don't want the translating skills to get rusty while I'm here."