Ah--hm. That beaming smile is a much more vibrant reaction than Glacius had anticipated, and--much like the hug--it's almost like he doesn't know what to do with such direct, focused emotion. But at least this time he's making a more active effort to respond properly; the alien blinks, then dips his head.

"Yes... it was good to meet you too--" and then he suddenly realizes they haven't exchanged names. Emitting a series of clicks under his breath that might very well be a some alien self-admonishment, Glacius places a hand to his chest. "--Ah. My apologies, but I never did get your name. I am Glacius."