Glacius makes a face. "That is little consolation to me. I cannot allow my sense to become impaired... I have important work that needs to be done. And yes, a lot of places have their drawbacks, but the bad parts of this city seem to be particularly troubling. How often do you come across a place where you are nothing but a tool to be beaten up and manipulated by its overseers?"

He's aware that he's being rather pessimistic to a human who is just trying to cheer him up, and he does feel somewhat bad about that... it's just that his scenario is pretty much a nightmare for him in multiple ways. It'd be putting a bad taste in his mouth if he had one, but he wants to at least try to give some ground here. "...But regardless, I will endure. And maybe eventually I will find... something... that makes this place more bearable in the meantime."