[ At the very least, the sand is welcomed too. The desert is just as much a part of the lands Tezcatlipoca had once presided over, but the jungles were more of a personal preference. After all, his nagual, the jaguar, wasn’t exactly a creature of that climate. He dips his hand against the sand in the same way that he’s Set drinks up his smoke. ]

Well, free because it’s a half-answer. Better?

[ He’s not surprised that the knowledge is what Set latches onto, but he does wonder if it’ll be all that satisfying. Still, he doesn’t convey concern about that through the teasing lilt of sarcasm. ]

Told you I’d get back to you about my desires, right? Took a while to think it over, had to get a sense of where I was placin’ my bets, all that kinda shit. Plus, I mean, you know as well as I do, ain’t like bein’ a god here is normal. It’s all outta whack!

[ There’s a feeling of the indifference of a shrug, as lazy and casual as Tezcatlipoca at least postured himself to be. ]

But, hey. Got an idea of why this world was so desperate to have me. So, since you asked, I owed ya that answer.

[ …Though, subtly, that’s not quite what Set had asked, either. Though it’s not something that Tezcatlipoca is saying out of omission or attempting to mislead Set so much as it was perspective. When it came to personal desires, he had none. Or rather, he was supposed to have none. That’s where it’s the half-answer. ]