You were Hellboy's girlfriend...A fellow BPRD agent...And a pyrokinetic woman. You could light fires with your mind. One of the many reasons you loved dating Hellboy...with him being a demon...flames didn't bother him at all.

Your fire that would scorch a normal man was just a warm comforting little tickle to him.

He loved you. And your flames.

You smile as you watch him trying to light one of his cigars. His lighter is finicky and was most likely broken in some fight with a monster, getting toussled around in his pocket. He groans annoyed until you light a small flame in your palm offering it as a light.

His golden eyes light up and he grins leaning forward to finally light his cigar. He smile. "Thanks babe...you're perfect."