Safer, right... Far as he's concerned, no magic is "safe". There's always the risk of corruption, and usually you need to be corrupt to begin with. There's certain rituals and pacts with horrible things that have to be made. It's always bad, and it's always ugly.

"Okay," Hellboy sighs, trying to keep an open mind. "Listen, I'm not the biggest fan of magic. But you seem like a good kid, so I'll tell you why."

He rests his left hand atop his massive stone one, where it's sitting huge and heavy in his lap. As he speaks, his eyes narrow. Thinking about witches makes his blood boil, especially now. Especially after that thing at the Sabbath. They were stupid enough to think he'd want to be their king. God damn...

"Where I'm from there's really nothing "safe" about it. We're talking about making pacts with demons, sacrificing children... Nasty stuff. It's something people don't usually tend to mess with unless they're evil or just plain stupid."

But there are exceptions. Like Molhomi. He was an okay guy. Maybe he could cut this girl some slack. Maybe. He just has to let her explain herself better.