[ Matt's brow furrows in sudden dismay. He's not expecting admonishment, however light, from the otherworldly entity who put forth this deal in the first place. ]

Well, I--you're not just some otherworldly entity, [ he protests. ] I think at this point it's a decent guess you don't have nefarious designs.

[ He lets Tezcatlipoca take his hand, though the strangely rough texture is the first thing this evening that's caused him genuine concern. For a lurching moment, he wonders if this is Tezcatlipoca at all.

Then he decides that's probably a misplaced concern. ]

Twelve hours of me supplying you with magical energy, [ Matt affirms, eyebrows arching, ] but not enough to drain me. [ He pulls a brief moue, playful but a touch wounded still. ] Just don't eat my heart at the end and I'll be happy.

[ He gives Tezcatlipoca's hand a light squeeze. ]