[ And lead the way he does, and happily! But as Matt's thoughts (and his gaze) drift towards Tezcatlipoca's divinity, it's roughly the same thing on his mind. He takes a moment to take a long drag of his cigarette, then exhales the smoke off to the side before he speaks again. ]

Do got a question, though. Since we got some walkin' to do to get up outta the roots.

[ He points that cigarette at Matt, and though it's still casual like everything about him seems to be... There's a little part of his gaze that's sharper. It's like he's trying to read an answer from Matt's face alone. ]

You recognized my name. And you're takin' that awfully well.

[ His attention drifts down obviously, which might be a little embarrassing, considering... But he lands on looking at Matt's hands, perhaps oddly. ]

No problems with meeting a god in the flesh?