[ Forgiven! Tezcatlipoca notices that his gaze is more intense, and he gives a crooked little smile in return, though it’s brief. It is just enough to show a small peek of his feline fangs, but it’s not meant as a threat or anything like it. He really is just amused to be given the kind of suspicion, warranted though it may be. He’ll get to it, at least now. But the topic at hand is one he takes more seriously. It’s personal, though it’s for a conflict now long past. ]

Bingo. The longer an invader has the chance to get comfy, the more problem it’s gonna be. More time they have to dig in and make it a hell of a lot harder to kick ‘em out too. The longer they linger, the more trouble it’s gonna be.

[ He shrugs as he pops the cigarette back into his mouth, but he lets it just dangle between his lips. It’s about done anyways, but it’s been a good smoke if it came with a chat like this. ]

At least, that’s my opinion. Professional or not. Went through something like it a long time ago, so I know how it goes.

[ And now he can swing back around to addressing that suspicion. Trickster he may be, but he’d gotten the information he was ultimately looking for by playing dumb about the temple and about Quetzalcoatl. He wants to know how the people see his brother and that temple here where it shouldn’t be, and those were answers that were more honestly given when someone doesn’t know who he is. ]

Name’s Tezcatlipoca. [ Just from the structure of the name, it’s easy to guess that it’s from the same language as Quetzalcoatl, but he doesn’t bother to keep it vague. ] Quetzalcoatl’s older brother. More or less. “Family” gets real fuckin’ complicated, but that’s the closest analogy.