The Archangel lofts a brow at the response he receives, no answer and a request to have the weapon given back. Did the fool really think he could give such a dangerous thing back to an enemy that easily? Just because they had a truce didn't mean he was stupid enough to just allow a human to keep such a thing without good reason. It was the only thing making the young man a threat.

"And why should I do that?" His grip tightens on the hilt and he gently lays the flat of the blade across his opposite palm, resting both hands in his lap.

"You shouldn't even have a blade made of this steel, it was not meant for humans to wield. Even if you believe you speak with my father, it does not make you worthy to own a weapon like this."