The prospect of vengeance (and Tezcatlipoca landing a kick right in the center of his stomach) slowed Quetzalcoatl down. His fangs were still bared, but the rational part of him was crying for the blood of whoever had cast the spell, not Tezcatlipoca.
Force of habit made him want to continue the punching, but...
"There are roughly three hundred naked pictures on my phone," Quetzalcoatl finally admitted.