[ No handshake, huh. Noted. Tezcatlipoca doesn’t seem to be bothered by the refusal and withdraws his hand as he relaxes to lean against the railing of the balcony. ]

More like fated enemies than a match, but yeah, close enough. It gets kinda- [ He takes his cigarette from his lips as he motions vaguely with his hand. Yet, the meaning is clear enough through the gesture. Things with gods get weird and esoteric is what he means. ] —but even when I try, it’s not gonna stick in the grand scheme of things. But no need to get into family drama.

[ He pauses, takes the last drag of his cigarette, then casually flicks it off the balcony. He does look to see if it hits any of the people on the street below, but alas. No such luck. ]

Hey, but next time you try, smash her hip bones first. It’s a little bit of a throwback, but she’ll know what it means.

[ It’s how Tezcatlipoca had ended her reign as the sun, after all. They might not be able to kill each other, but he could be petty. And whether Silco does it or not, it’s a little bit pleasing just for someone to know. He looks back to Silco, and though he’s tempted to chainsmoke, he at least holds out for now. ]

What’s your name, god-killer?