[ Tezcatlipoca leads the way, if only because he knows where he’s going. The sweeter smelling smoke of his cigarettes drifts behind him as he leads the way, and Matt’s question… Tezcatlipoca breathes out a little bit of a laugh and he glances back at Matt. His smile is enigmatic. Wise. But he seems to be pleased that Matt asked the question, if only for a moment before it fades back into a warm neutral. ]

Good question. But both answers got a certain bias to ‘em.

[ He hums a note that lingers, but it’s just playful, ultimately. He’s arrogant and feels no fear about revealing his true name, but it should be treated with some amount of respect. So, he pauses, takes another drag from his cigarette, then nimbly turns so he’s leading the way up from the roots backwards. His feet seem to find the perfect holds without effort. ]

So, before we get to that, introductions are probably overdue, I guess.

[ He hums out another thoughtful note, but it’s consideration for what comes next. He pushes up his sunglasses as if the gesture was meaningful, even though he fully expects it to mean nothing. It simply reveals his irises that are a startlingly pale blue. It’s a beautiful color, but it’s also very much unnatural. It matches his name, at least for anyone that's wise to his mythology. ]

Name’s Tezcatlipoca. What about you, pretty boy?

[ ...Was that last part necessary? No. But it's just as disarming as his own name, at least if Matt knows it. ]