[Splurging on things that were considered important was never a problem for Tezcatlipoca. Personally, he thought the whole thing was priceless, so a few more gold coins here- there, were inconsequential.
It was not as fresh as he'd hope, he always liked it best when they were still warm and alive. Just after that moment where they had ceased to live. This was Set's however, and so he could overlook a few things. It was heavy and thick, the blood had not quite finish drying. It was good. His toes curled in pleasure as he sunk his teeth, tearing apart the flesh.
Tezcatlipoca sincerely hoped to have an opportunity in future to tell Set how perfect he'd tasted.]