There's no offense taken, and Hellboy chooses to ignore the fact that Iroh thinks he should be.

"Yeah, I'm right there with you, pal," he says, his voice still carrying an edge of irritation, but it's not directed at Iroh. It's just this whole damn situation. His eyes are narrowed as he takes a deep gulp from his newly refreshed beer glass, shaking his head as he swallows. "I've dealt with something like this. Spirits taking over towns. Possessions. But without being able to get into the palace, hell if I know what we should do."