Pickman stopped to weigh the pros and cons of following Hellboy into the shop, he honestly did. For about two seconds, but still. He was even keeping nice and quiet, all sneaky-like, until the guy almost kills the chair. Then he can't help a sharp, animal laugh.

"Thinkin' you need somethin' a little thicker on the ground, there, brother." He grins up at him, carefully not baring too much tooth. Hopefully, he's not about to get hit.