Apparently that did the trick. He sat forward as she started telling her story, propping his elbows up on the table. He'd never quite gotten the hang of that whole table manners thing. And the truth was, she told a good story. It wasn't hard to get into it.
By the end of it, his eyes had widened in genuine suspense. And the last bit? He couldn't help it, he let out a barking laugh and actually put down his beer to clap his hands a little. "Oh my god, that is the best story!" He let himself chuckle a little more before sighing happily. "Oh hell, that was the best. I don't have anything like that."
He paused for a second, and then remembered an incident that might just count. "No wait, wait! I do have something." He chuckled a little, thinking about it. "I was still pretty new. Second year demon hunting, so yeah, I was still a rookie. I heard about a pretty easy demon down in New Orleans, and I headed right over there because, well, it was almost Mardi Gras and I planned on sticking around for the party after I was done. At this point, the only weapon I had was a baseball bat and a crossbow, because I wasn't expecting much of a fight. So I'm fighting this thing, and I've stunned it with a good shot from the crossbow."
He was pretty into the story at this point, gesturing with his hands and grinning at the end that he knew was coming. "So I'm thinking I'm a big badass at that point, right? I dropped the crossbow and go in with my bat, and I get the kind of wind-up you see in slow-mo replays of the Home Run Derby. I nail this thing right in the gut, figuring that I've just about got this in the bag..." He smirked. "And then the Frovalox demon, most notable for throwing up covered me in the most noxious puke ever."
He snorted at himself and shook his head. "From that point on, I always learned what I was dealing with before going on a job. I don't have enough to spend on a new wardrobe every time."