Raziel blinked, an amused but sheepish grin coming to his face. "Uh... Father, it already does that," he said. "It's a returning dagger, it automatically comes back to its user when it's called... But I guess this means that it will come back after I throw it without me needing to focus, so... thanks." Looking at the other knives and daggers he had, he quickly picked out a large leaf-bladed dagger and, sheathing his demonic returning dagger, held it out to the priest. "Do you think you could possibly bless this one, as well?" he asked. "There's silver in it, and it's the second most ethereal thing that I brought with me."