She smiled to that. "I hear the voices of the dead, and see their shades. They dance to my magic if I choose. Necromancer is a mistranslation." She shrugged, "Would you like to sit? I don't bite." She titled her head to study him. "I only know rumors of you. A Blood God." She closed her eyes. "The dead step away from you. I don't know much else."
Then she opened her eyes and smiled, "so teach me of who you are Tezcatlipoca. You smell of magic and blood and my shades tremble. It makes me curious."