I mean, sure, I see it. But it's usually intentional on our part, y'know? Like when I felt like it, I would descend from Ilhuicatl-Teteocan and be the mysterious strange in the night that warriors could test their mettle against. That kinda shit. Plenty of them didn't think they fought the real deal, but it wasn't like I was sayin' who I was.

[ There could certainly be guesses, symbols hidden in how he carried himself and his clothing. But he'd never declare himself straightforwardly. That's why he laughs. ]

Nah, Silco's just... Fuck, dunno. Stubborn? Feels like more than stubborn. Not like he can hide his feelings from me, so I'll figure it out eventually.

[ Over comes the worker with two glasses filled with a cloudy, white liquid, and Tezcatlipoca takes them both. He hands one to Matt, and— ]