[ Watching Hellboy move towards the bar reminds him again how startling similar he is to those beings from his own home. Half-demon, he'd said, and that should raise so many alarms all on its own. The demons he knew were evil, corrupt beings that did nothing but cause pain and anguish as they went.
Despite his imposing stature, that sense that normally rang out in him at the presence of danger remains silent. Whatever else he might be, he's clearly struggling just the same as any other person here. Perhaps more so, given his status.
When he returns, Anduin tilts the bottle in kind before taking a small swig himself. ]
You said professional courtesy. What profession would that be, if I may ask?
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Despite his imposing stature, that sense that normally rang out in him at the presence of danger remains silent. Whatever else he might be, he's clearly struggling just the same as any other person here. Perhaps more so, given his status.
When he returns, Anduin tilts the bottle in kind before taking a small swig himself. ]
You said professional courtesy. What profession would that be, if I may ask?