Hellboy doesn't mind the curiosity -- at least it's honest. Which is more than can be said about most things in this place, if the kid's assessment is correct.

He rolls his fingers again, soft sounds of stone grating on stone, moving a little slower and letting the kid watch this time. He's in a generous mood, or at least happy to go along with whatever shit gets thrown at him. Might not end up mattering anyway in the scheme of things.

So he's ok with answering the kid's questions, though the same enquiries from practically anyone else in any other circumstances might have earned them a withering glare. At best.

"No, yes kind of, and what do you think happens if I punch someone with it?"