"The life blood of a black lamb who has never seen a full moon. The whiskers of thirteen black cats, and the eyes of a white one, preserved in oil. The ring finger of a man hanged for murder, a rusted iron railroad spike and yellow rose petals."
These things all sounded like they were written in a grimoire bound in flesh and cursed for security. Alejo had to keep reminding himself why he was gathering these things. All for a friend, all for Anna, for someone who needed to get out of a wretched spell. Trying to keep a charming smile on while talking about and doing these things was... a test on his charisma. However, now that he has all these things in a beaten up old bag, it's a little easier. He just has to hand these things over... right?
So of course he's smiling as he comes into the shop again. He'll give a little bow when he sees Caitlin. "Señorita. I have the things you asked for."