[ Tezcatlipoca's smile doesn't waver, but it doesn't quite grow either. He's happy to hear it, of course. It's the sort of thing that's perfectly in line with his wants and his domains. He is the chaos of war that brings about change, the force that forges weak people into the strong or crushes them. What Silco wants is what Tezcatlipoca wants. Has always wanted.

Yet though he favors warmongers because of how they serve him and empower him, the mean note in that laugh is a different matter. Silco has his reasons to want this, naturally. But whatever they are, Tezcatlipoca feels certain that they're poor ones. Selfish, misguided, whatever they might be, that's where they diverge.

...Practically speaking, it doesn't matter. It's a detail that Silco is unlikely to ever notice or understand the nuance of. But it does make him unworthy of the god's blessing. Not that he's getting the impression that Silco would want it or think to ask for it, though. ]

Well, sounds like I fell into the company of the right guy! You got a grudge against Quetzalcoatl, you're tryin' to start an all-out war... Start offering hearts and I might be obliged to kiss you.

[ Is he joking? Who knows! ]

You must be popular in Kenos. [ nope, that's definitely a joke, he can tell no one likes this guy probably ]