He'd already been leaning toward that approach to the issue, due to what he'd already gathered about the place, and -to be perfectly honest - the sheer novelty of the option. The only thing that had had him considering otherwise was the idea of the cost - once you get used to never paying for your meals, it's hard to go back. But not being hunted down by the gentleman in front of him seems well worth the monetary expense.

He flashes a nervous, close-mouthed smile, and nods. Yessir.

And then Hellboy looks to be about to leave, and it would be a great time to slip away, without too much fuss...

"You needin' any help with the rest it?"

...or not.