Glacius responds just as well to that light influx of energy as he does all the other ways they interact; he draws in a breath and puffs up as the Mote thrums with pride and joy underneath Carlisle's fingertips. The thought of being included in a picture like the others that his partner keeps is undeniably appealing, especially given that they usually involve important figures in the human's life. It feels almost as though the history that they have made together is being officially added or catalogued, and the ice alien likes that as much as he likes the thought of Carlisle looking back on the picture and smiling.

So Glacius agrees quite readily. "I do not mind at all... in fact, I would love to. Where shall I stand? By some of the plants in the window, or elsewhere..?"