Hellboy feels the pressure of Jacob's attention on him and turns his head slightly to look over, watching him as he thumbs over the buttons of his shirt, the faint reflected glow of the city coming through the window gilding the edges and planes of his body.

When the question's posed to him, he goes back to surveying the ceiling, thinking it over. He hadn't really considered whether there was something he wanted to be, but when offered the choice, he'd definitely steered himself away from picking the collar.

"I dunno," he replies after a few more moments of thought. His tail curls up on itself on the floor, flexing idly, never really still. "I didn't choose this." A wave of his hand indicates their surroundings, their tattoos, their mutual situation. "But I dunno if that means anything about what I want."

He glances back over at Jacob. "Do you know what you'd rather be?"