Working at the B.P.R.D was never dull, but rarely was it not stressful. As it turned out, fighting against paranormal threats every day had a toll on the mind.

As such, you were approved to move away from constant field work to something more familiar; dealing with Hellboy. You had already gone on a few missions with him, and luckily you got along with the Department's resident demon. Of course, that didn't stop him from being a smartass at times, and a pain to keep indoors whenever he felt like it. But nonetheless, you accepted the chance to be his liaison without hesitation.

Shortly after wheeling in his absurdly huge buffet of a dinner--meatloaf, pizzas, and more--you spotted Hellboy standing off by a bunch of cats, idly curling a massive dumbbell as if it was weightless in his left hand. He puffed a cigar as he glanced at you.

"There you are, pal."