"Of course I'm right," Grell said with a flip of his hair over his shoulder. If he wasn't right that would only lead to despair and the last thing Grell wanted to do was despair right now. He'd been home only to see no one there and while it hadn't been what he wanted, he had been home with all his powers returned. It meant there was a chance this Landel person could send them back or at least return their powers here. If Grell could get his full powers back? Oh, the havoc he could wreak.

"A sword? How quaint!" And so appropriate for the Orient! Weren't they all about those ninja weapons or some such? Katanas or something to that effect. Grell smiled and shook his head, waving a hand to chase away the thought of his bureau using scythes. "Oh, hardly. We've all upgraded to the newest models and they take any shape we wish-" Within regulations. Stupid things. "-so now only the old gods use something as old and dreary as an actual scythe."