They'd have to fight you too huh? I hope they've got insurance.

[ The bare hint of a smile is nice, and it makes him long for the broader, easier smiles Hellboy used to turn his way. Instead he keeps his breathing as measured as he can make it, and shakes his head in reply to the question.]

Not to drink. Get myself into some real shite if I do. Besides, what's stronger than you? Not much.

[ He turns his head, putting his cheek on Hellboy's warm chest, and tries not to think about what would happen if they did catch him again.]