"Oh," Xas says. "No. Nothing like that." The possibility had never occurred to him, not even as a passing fancy. He didn't try to blend in until he was grounded. He never wanted to.

"We don't usually bother men," he adds, but his tone is distracted and he's looking at Hellboy's sawed-off horns, barely containing the question. He has some manners. He wouldn't want anyone he'd just met asking about his missing pieces, and it doesn't occur to him, either, that Hellboy might have parted with his voluntarily.