[ He’s recognized the temple right away, and that was enough to tell him exactly who else was present here, or maybe once had been, But hearing from Silco’s mouth is the first time he actually hears his name, so Tezcatlipoca laughs first. He can’t help it, since it’s a hell of an introduction. He’s amused enough to drop some of the pretense here, though he’s also personally to arrogant to lie and hide behind pseudonyms. ]

—Well, can confirm one thing for you. He ain’t lying. I don’t think Quetzalcoatl can even lie. [ Tezcatlipoca taps his temple with his unoccupied hand ] Not enough going on upstairs for that.

[ There’s also a smoothness with how Tezcatlipoca says the name that most probably stumble over that’s subtle, but noticeable. It’s not only that it’s familiar to him, but it’s his mother tongue, and probably only Quetzalcoatl herself says it in precisely the same way.

He turns slightly as his attention drifts away from the temple and more to SIlco himself. It’s still casual, nothing too sharp and focused, but it’s clear from the gaze behind his (very much unnecessary) sunglasses that Silco has caught his interest. ]

Worth, though. That’s an interesting thing to be peddling.