"Ketchup," Daniel said wryly. He nodded at the bartender for a second round, indicating both their glasses with a swirl of his index finger. He waited for the beverages to be set down before he spoke again. "I know a butcher. Once in a while I drink from a human, but I stop before... you know. Usually it works. Once I made a colossal error, though. I had just eaten a bunch of peanuts and this girl, she had an allergy. Another time, I got sprayed by an artery."