[ Matt hums agreement for magecraft and magic ... and laughs, horrified, at the thought of half a lung. All those poor bronchioles drowning in blood, god.

He scrubs a hand over his cheek (the left one, as always), and smiles faintly Tezcatlipoca's way. ]

I'll see how divine I can make it. How magical, at least.

Until then ... I really would like to meet up sometime, in person.

[ Matt has no particular expectations in this regard. (He rarely does.) Kissing is ecstatic and he loves doing it. Tezcatlipoca seems to understand a lot of what he's dealing with right now, and that counts for a lot. Still, he kinda worries he's being clingy. ]