[ Matt can't tell if he's serious or not, but he laughs anyway--just a soft one, more hm than ha. A bit of him wonders if he really did commit a faux pas, but Tezcatlipoca seems to be moving on, physically and conversationally.

Matt grimaces as he trails along behind him. ]

I know that, yeah. [ Keeping the jacket closed while keeping his balance means Matt has no free hand to scrub at his scar. The absence of the gesture needles at him vaguely, like not scratching an itch. ] Through some trial and error, but I know. For the most part, though, I think my experiences have been--well. Positive doesn't really cover it.

I do think of myself as a witch, though. That's the term people use at home for people who can use magic.