He actually steps forward, peering at the blade with the discerning eye of someone who has stabbed more people than he'd willingly like to admit. There's something about the make of it that seems unnatural, more perfect than should be possible, and he finds himself getting distracted for a moment. He would have liked to be able to see it in person.

Kahlil blinks at Istredd, finally turning away from Lucifer and the blade. After a half second he smiles warmly.

"I'd like that."

He can even recommend quite a few places.

"Come find me later."

With that, he blinks out of the space.