Daimon's a little surprised to see him, or anyone really since he doesn't get a lot of house calls unless someone's lost or the there's some sort of world-ending event and the Avengers forgot he had a cell-phone.

He also doesn't expect the sun to be out (low in the sky as it is), which leaves him ducking his head to put himself in Hellboy's shadow, squinting red-rimmed eyes at him.

It takes a moment to regard him, gaze sweeping down to the liquor bottles under his arm, and one brow goes up as he steps back to let him into the dark foyer of his home.

"... are we celebrating something?"