It's not exactly the answer Hellboy's expecting, especially since it doesn't explain all the coming in through the window stuff, but he's willing to accept it if it's what Jacob wants to give him. He's used to people having their tough stories, the secret parts of themselves they might not want to share with someone they've known less than a week, so he doesn't push, though he also doesn't hide the slight upwards tick of his eyebrows that betrays his lack of conviction in that being the end of that particular sentence.

"Sure," he offers, shifting to lie back down again with a quiet groan, the tiredness in his muscles starting to tell through the buzz of the alcohol. He gives Jacob a narrow glance.

"Used to being in charge, huh?" He asks evenly, more curious than judgemental. "No wonder you're looking to get outta here."