"Good afternoon." A smooth voice said. "And what can I do for you today, my good man?"
Jack turned and saw a well dressed Asian man past middle ages. His dark hair was graying but still held a smoky quality to it. His lined face was gentle, patient. From what he had heard of this place, Jack had expected some kind of oriental dark wizard.
"I'm sorry, are you the owner?" Jack blinked several times, taking in the old shelves, impeccably clean and well kept, lined with bottles, containers, and objects of unknown purpose.
"Ah, yes." The older man smiled. "My name is Kim Lee. No doubt you're heard how I grind up babies and chant demonic rituals, yes?"
Jack snorted and nodded honestly. "Yes. Something like that."
"Nonsense." He dismissed it with a chuckle. "I'm a businessman carrying ancient knowledge of the far East. It's so unknown in America as to be thought of superstitiously. But science none the less, I assure you." He paused considerately as Jack browsed. "Is there anything in particular I can help you with?"
"Well... yes." Jack stopped, smirking a little. "See, I was told you have this stuff... to... uh..." He trailed off, blushing.
Lee crossed his arms sternly. "I would never tell another living soul of your wishes, sir. It's all very private here."
Jack nodded, satisfied. Kim Lee's demeanor was quite reassuring. "All right, then. I heard..."