[ Tezcatlipoca follows without complaint, as he has been this whole time. But where his smiles have largely been warm, if occasionally edged, this topic brings that sharpness out with more clarity. When they'd talked about Quetzalcoatl on the balcony, Tezcatlipoca had been hiding some of his guards, because it's not a good idea to shittalk a beloved, good god, especially when you're their fated enemy. Now, though? ]

Competition?

[ He questions, then laughs, and it's mean. His harshly pale blue eyes have a glint to them that's almost wicked. ]

No way. You're right that we don't have a happy coexistence. Because neither one of us can ever really beat the other. That's the shit part about being divine. Sometimes, it's like you're a fuckin' character in a story, and no matter what you do, you can't overcome fate—the way the story's written.

[ He points at Silco with the hand holding a cigarette. ]

You, though? You ain't bound by shit like that. So, I'm your best friend if you want to kill Birdie.

[ The god stuff they can get back to. What's more important at the moment is that Silco knows that Tezcatlipoca is his firm ally if he's wanting to take down that god in particular. ]