[ Tezcatlipoca's gaze feels heavy enough to Silco, maybe it is in his head, but he feels it all the same. His lips flatten into a thin line, but he doesn't turn his head to meet what he imagines is something too-heavy. ]

Shy? [ A scoff. ] How about secretive?

[ Which. He was. But also... that kind of gives something away, doesn't it? Silco keeps going, maybe to rush past that, or maybe to keep diffusing it. ]

Have you ever once known me to spend time with that sort of thing? There is always something more important to focus on.