[ At least it makes sense why she asks now. He has a feeling if he were to ask her in return, it would be an answer of extremes. Her Underworld must either be full of flowers or completely lacking in them, but considering her gloominess… He has to assume it’s the latter. ]

…Sure. Like I said, it’s a big place. There’s nine levels that the soul has to pass through.

[ Which might depress her further at first, but he elaborates after a pause. ]

But not much. Mictlan’s a trial, so there’s no place for rest or beauty. Only place you’ll find them is in my paradise at the first layer. The souls have to rest up and gather their strength before they journey down further.

[ The pause is of course because he wouldn’t normally explain it that way. It’s perfectly true, but as Ereshkigal has seen (suffered) firsthand, that’s just not how Tezcatlipoca chooses to present himself. He’s harsh before he’ll ever show a hint that he’s quite thoughtful. ]