"A weapon," Lucifer all-but swoons, hand to his chest. "Be still, my vessel's heart."

Forgive him this one, Istredd.

He still mourns the loss of his stolen switchblade, even though he doesn't fault Wilhelm for it. And if he really wanted to keep a blade in hand, he would've dug the one he tried to filet Kyle with out of the tree.

He can kill just fine with his bare hands, but a blade is a necessary part of an angel and he's been missing that piece of himself, even if it won't ever be the same.