An extension of his arm? No. The scythe literally resided inside his arm. It was, quite simply, a part of him. Even if it was a part that he didn't really want since it was slowly taking him over from the inside out.

"Utensils aren't an extension of your arm or your fingers. They're just tools. You don't get attached to utensils."

Frau gives up and tosses the chopsticks aside. He hasn't had a chance to even sample the food yet, which is ridiculous. So he simply grabs one with his fingers and tosses it into his mouth, chewing slowly. It's different, but he can't say that it's bad.

"Oh yeah? Just the one?"