[ Hellboy doesn't seem phased, though he notes the slightly reluctant tone to Jacob's voice. He takes a final drag on his cigarette and stubs it out against the tabletop, dropping it into a chipped enamel mug that's become an impromptu ashtray, then leans forward over his knees, eyes on the younger man. ]
Those guys are always trouble. Something about doing the dirty work in the Crusades cooked their heads.
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[ Hellboy doesn't seem phased, though he notes the slightly reluctant tone to Jacob's voice. He takes a final drag on his cigarette and stubs it out against the tabletop, dropping it into a chipped enamel mug that's become an impromptu ashtray, then leans forward over his knees, eyes on the younger man. ]
Those guys are always trouble. Something about doing the dirty work in the Crusades cooked their heads.