"Yeah?" Hellboy's voice is a low rumble. He watches the other man lean back on his bed, considering it. The way Jacob talks, it doesn't sound like an idle boast, the kind of thing a guy might say to impress someone. He sounds like he believes what he's saying -- more importantly, like he believes he can do it. He's a young guy and he's got the scars to back it up, so Hellboy's prepared to take him at his word for the moment.

He hums thoughtfully, scratching his bare chest with one big stone fingertip. "How are you gonna do that?"