He nods, understanding that mix of dread and intrigue. "Well, I hope you get something good. Meanwhile," He shows the dagger in his huge stone hand. "I feel like the gods are pranking me."

Only now does Hellboy realize that, safe carrying practices or no, he's effectively been brandishing a knife this entire time. There's a long moment where he shifty-eyes back and forth, looking to see if anyone in the room is freaking out in his direction -- thankfully, everyone's all busy with their own discussions -- and then he shoves the dagger into his coat pocket with the utmost attempt at casualness.