"Nnnnnot on purpose." He tries to think back and wanders back over to the camera, rewinding the footage and viewing the setup. "Ketchup, all of it. I do remember trying to get goat's blood from the butcher's but they don't deliver and for some reason I had to do it last night. So if there's blood and it's mine it was an accident- I say having summoned you on accident in the first place." Something about the moon? The stars being in alignment? There are some pages about the weather and phase of the moon in a journal on the table so that might be it.

Thing one: Make sure no one gets his notes. Seriously. Someone could fuck themselves up and if even HE can do it? Not a good sign for anyone else.

"What, is that the usual demand? Wow. Douchy." Like having no idea what to ask for is better. "Um...Is this one of those 'true names grant power' things or is that only the fey? I don't know where the lines fall in supernatural creatures."

After a moment he shrugs and settles on an empty space on the sofa. "Fuck it. Anything happens I kind of earned it. My name's Taylor but most people call me York. Nice to meet you miss...? What do I call you?"