[ Tezcatlipoca huffs out a little laugh, since his formality is… Misplaced, he feels like. He’s tempted to tell him about how he had forged his contract with Daybit, that Raidou is lucky that this isn’t part of a trial where he ends up shot to prove his resolve, but. Luckily, this isn’t completely Tezcatlipoca’s fickle whims at work. He does have something he wants to accomplish here, so he reaches out to take Raidou’s hand and grip it strongly. ]

Then let’s take care of this shit together, at least for a little while.

[ And Tezcatlipoca probably should have warned him, but. It’s him, so he doesn’t.

There’s a sudden burning sensation on the back of Raidou’s right hand, as if a brand was being pressed into his skin. It’s something powerful and magical, and it leaves a red-tinged tattoo composed of three parts. Like so, perhaps. And indeed, almost immediately, Raidou will feel the trickle of energy being drained, but it is very low at the moment. In this form, Tezcatlipoca is largely self-sustaining, at least.

He withdraws his hand with a toothy grin, and he does lean closer to take a look at the seals. They’re individual, after all, so they can be a bit telling about their bearer. ]

Don’t think you’ll care, but to be clear, I ain’t callin’ ya “Master”, by the way.