[ Hellboy studies him for a moment, then glances away, trying and failing to push aside the memories of the market square that have been beating against the insides of his skull for days. He scratches his stubbly cheek with a stone finger. ]

Fine. I heal fast.

[ He lapses into silence for a moment, his gaze on the rest of the pub, then looks back at Anduin. ]

Look, I don't know.. I can't begin to say how sorry I am. That wasn't.. I don't lose control like that normally. Ever.