When Eric says he remembers everything, there's a threat in his voice that the King has no reason to hear, so he moves on to the way "Adolf" was a "preening little fool" but at least understood about the Master Race, which of course is vampires after all. They laugh creepily but it's all pretty dorky, which is automatically what happens when you use Nazis as a narrative device (cv. Godwin's Law). At this point, Eric realizes they're not going to Shreveport right now after all, and no amount of being hunky is going to change that. This is a rare experience for Eric.

Jesus and Lafayette are a little more chemical now that they've reached his "humble abode," and Jesus runs right over past the million gothic ornaments and occasional furniture to his altar. "That's my girl! Tonantzin!" he says, indicating the Virgin of Guadalupe. (Lafayette's confused by that, which is in itself confusing because he also has statues of Eleggua and Chango up there, which would seem to indicate he understands the basics of this stuff, and if you don't, avail yourself of Google because I see no reason to go into it yet, given how shallow this whole scene is.)

Jesus wonders why he's working with such powerful Gods -- "These guys are pretty fucking hardcore, dude" -- but quickly realizes that Lafayette is, at best, a dilettante. Which I mean, he even seems to read Tarot as just like ambience, so he's not wrong. (Still, though: Jesus just happens to pray to the exact three Gods that are on Lafayette's altar? Out of all of them?)

"Lafayette, man, these guys? They have to be appeased, bro, or else they will fuck you up. Seriously, I sing for Eleggua. I put out shots of tequila for Chango." To be blessed and then drunk. Jesus is telling him some important, if basic, stuff, but Lafayette doesn't notice that. It's probably best, since the whole scene smacks of info-dump and more of that Rachel Getting Married/NPR globalism chic rather than anything approaching organic storytelling. They think about drinking some shots for Chango, or maybe fucking for him, so they do some kissing that is not exactly at a snail's pace, but of course the Hotshot homophobes show up immediately to wreck that lovely car.