[ He laughs when Matt points out his other domains, since it’s unexpected. People don’t usually get it, honestly. He also doesn’t bother explaining it, sure, but there never feels like a need to do so. So, he can’t disagree with the point.

He’s relaxed with Matt’s attentions, but as his hands start to move back, there’s just a little bit more tension that creeps in. It's subtle, but it’s not out of any concern so much as another confusing little aspect about Tezcatlipoca rearing its head. Being a god was playing a role, in many respects. So… ]

Hey now, I’m the one that’s supposed to be listening to you. You flippin’ the script on me? [ He’s not the one that gets embraced, and he feels not dissimilarly to how he had in the face of that much more urgent kiss. ] Sheesh… What a pain in the ass.

[ He complains about it, and yet, he does relax again in the almost-embrace. He sets his head on Matt’s shoulder and just closes his eyes for a moment. There’s the answer he wants to give—of course I think about it—but there’s the answer he has to give. It’s just so totally separate from a human understanding that he knows it isn’t fair to them. ]

Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Dunno and wouldn’t want to. [ He raises his head from Matt’s shoulder, but it’s only so he can pull back enough to look at him seriously. ] …What a struggle amounts to just isn’t somethin’ I control.