Yes. Jacob you are too good to him. He gladly accepts the bottle and takes a swig, grimacing at the awful flavor. Man, that burns almost as much as all that devil power coursing through him. Almost. Ugh, his nerves still feel on fire and yet he wasn't actually there.

Was he?

He starts to speak, coughs, has to stop for a moment and shakes his head. Wooow, if anything could knock a devil on his backside it'll be that. "Fuh, damn. Was like," He coughs again, washes it down with more Everclear, instantly regrets it. Too far to turn back now. "Was like I was there. Living it."

He just kind of makes choking uncomfortable sounds and thumbs over his shoulder toward the ruined building that is presently more demolished than it was to start. If Jacob wants an idea, he can go have a look at all the bullet holes and sword marks.