You've been curious. The month of spring was finally coming around and Hellboy was not coming out. Hardly leaving the room.

He says he is allergic, he says he just doesn't like going outside; But you're not believing him.

So, Your hand comes to his door. Knocking on the door gently. Only hearing soft groans which only quieted when the knock happened.

You then push the door open. Coming in, And just noticing him in bed. Sweating and trying to keep a cool look. He had soft, crisp pants.

It wasn't to your knowledge, But he was in the middle of his mating season, Through his rut.

"You think you can just come in without my permission?"