Luki was a good little girl, somewhat. Those big knives said otherwise, but Grell wasn't one to judge.

"Oh, you want to see my toy~?" Grell grinned and held out his hand, palm up, and made his scythe appear. He didn't care much for the rules, and besides, it would go right back to where it went anyway. "Isn't it precious? It looks far better dipped in crimson."