[ Having her come here to ask them to stay out of a fight is one thing, but when she starts to go to her knees in front of them Hellboy has to stifle a murmur of disagreement, torn between not wanting her to feel like she needs to do such a thing and wanting to let her do what she needs to in order to resolve whatever it is that's going on. He endures her actions with a faint air of discomfort, having never enjoyed people prostrating themselves in front of him, given how often it ends with the summoning of elder gods or worse.
He can't bite it back forever, though, squeezing her hand gently. ]
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He can't bite it back forever, though, squeezing her hand gently. ]
Hey, c'mon, you don't have to do that.