Hellboy shrugs expansively and leans back in his chair, making it creak under his considerable weight. He scratches thoughtfully at the tabletop with a single stone finger.

"I guess. Dragons, witches, vampires.. uhh, giants, were-people, frog people, that robot Hitler one time -- you know, the usual. Hey, sometimes I even won. I had help though. Mostly."

His expression sours a little, thoughts tracking back to the last time he was around the B.P.R.D. and that whole ugly business with Roger. To distract himself, he looks back at Fern.

"My name's Hellboy, by the way." He drops his fork and offers his left hand across the table.