[ He makes an approving noise, but he does lapse into a brief, thoughtful silence as he considers it. Technically, he has a lot to say on this subject. It's just a matter of whether he wants to or not, and he leans towards not. That's the thing about gods, isn't it? They know the secrets of the universe, but if it comes time to share them... Well. You have to earn it, right? ]

It's an even fuzzier distinction for gods.

[ He won't give practical knowledge, he decides. This the is divine equivalent of a fun fact. ]

Did I sacrifice my leg to bait Cipactli and create the Earth from their body? Or was it created before I existed in the Big Bang?

[ There is a concrete answer here and I fear it's absolutely insane. However, Tezcatlipoca doesn't give it. The question itself is all he wants to present in response. Matt seems like the kind of guy that might be rolling that question in his head for a while.

It's also one he'll let him mull over privately, because even if Tezcatlipoca is quite wise as a god, as a person? He doesn't like playing that role. He's too chaotic for it and finds it restrictive. So, his cheeky grin returns, and he points (and clicks) the tongs at Matt. ]

But that's the kinda talk we'll save for when we're good and high-slash-drunk. I don't get a human body well, ever, so I have to put it through its paces, yeah?