[ Tezcatlipoca’s eyes are purely on Silco, too. He’s watching him, and though there’s always some part of Tezcatlipoca’s gaze that feels intense and predatory (it’s why he likes the sunglasses, since it helps obscure the intensity), it’s only truly mighty when he dons his regalia. He may not have his omniscience, but it certainly has to feel like he does to someone else. He is the greatest god of the Aztecs, and he sees people as they truly are.

It's precisely why his gaze stays on Silco. There’s a judgement taking place here, though Tezcatlipoca doesn’t speak to it at all. For now, he’s simply measuring.

And thus, he laughs at the insolence. ]

Are you feeling impatient? [ His speech is more formal too, and even his words carry more weight. It’s not dissimilar to what he’d experience with “Florence”, though there’s not a total ability to back it up here. ] We are. This is my gift of thanks, but it’s also your learning experience.

[ He’s awfully vague about what that means, but he doesn’t elaborate, since his attention turns to the sacrifice. He places a hand on their forehead, and it seems to be a calming gesture for all that sudden pressure. Then with a nod, he quietly tells them to take off their shirt, which they do with obedience that’s a bit in awe and fear as he speaks. ]

And I give my thanks most to you. You’ve come here willingly and bravely. You will be a child of Ipalnemoani henceforth. With your gift, we will take this temple from a dead god and give it a chance to flourish under new power.

[ With the shirt off, Tezcatlipoca pushes them so that they’re laying on the platform, and with a ritual sort of reverence he moves his hand to place it on their chest. Specifically, it’s over their heart, but neither they or Silco might understand the significance or what Tezcatlipoca might mean to do. He looks at Silco before continuing, though. ]

It’ll be fast, so don’t flinch. This is an offering, so it’s to be treated with respect.