Hellboy shakes his head. "I'm not really anything, religion-wise. The man in the bow-tie, Professor Trevor Bruttenholm--" He pronounces it like broom. "--he was Catholic. He adopted me, raised me like his son. I suppose a lot of the morals he taught me probably came from Catholicism, but he never pushed me to embrace any particular faith."

He flips the picture around to have another look at it himself. Everyone in the picture's been dead for years, except for him. He sighs sadly as he puts the picture back into the wallet and the wallet in turn back into his belt, then looks back at Xas. "Are angels all that picky about the religion thing, or were you just curious?"