[ Hellboy can boggle all he'd like, as long as he doesn't exhaust him with a million questions (usually he's patient enough, but even his endurance has its limits, and today has pressed them). Lancer clearly doesn't bother either, even if he's got plenty of his own (are you a fairy, a demon, a distant relative to Baphomet—).
Instead he smiles, cordial, hands resting loosely by his ankles. The oddness of the situation doesn't escape him. But if anything it just makes his humor a little more genuine: it's been an odd day. He's in strange company. He can either be entertained or awkward, so it may as well be the former. ]
I'm Lancer.
[ The leeches pop and burst in a gross squishing noise, but they probably deserve it, the little bastards. ]
And I bet no one's told you this before, but that's a weird name.
[ Judging from his tone, that's more an aside than an insult. ]
you're not the boss of me
Instead he smiles, cordial, hands resting loosely by his ankles. The oddness of the situation doesn't escape him. But if anything it just makes his humor a little more genuine: it's been an odd day. He's in strange company. He can either be entertained or awkward, so it may as well be the former. ]
I'm Lancer.
[ The leeches pop and burst in a gross squishing noise, but they probably deserve it, the little bastards. ]
And I bet no one's told you this before, but that's a weird name.
[ Judging from his tone, that's more an aside than an insult. ]