[ Hellboy isn't the only one uncomfortable with the young woman on her knees in front of them, although Hellboy's reasons are probably a lot more sensible than Jacob's. He simply doesn't like the fact she feels she has to bow down and give thanks, it's too much in exchange for too little, and it has him slipping off Hellboy's lap in order to gently take her by the elbow and ease her back up.]

Doesn't matter if you're a queen or a match girl to us, Gilia. You're a friend, and we don't need thanking for doing the right thing. [He pauses, reflecting on himself and then adding] Not like that anyway. Just a thank you, is fine. It is, really and truly, something we'd do for anyone.

[Although for Jacob it had been personal, not only because of her, but because someone who said that sort of thing would go after anyway who was in some way not human. Like Hellboy. Or Vrenille with his magic. Or Anduin with his.]

And you'd do what was in your power for us. So it's all even. All square. No more being on your knees or any of this I am a weak and feeble woman nonesence.