Of course, my friend. [That being said, Glacius seems happy to let that topic of conversation lay there for the moment. He might feel an internal need to discern just what their friendship has transformed into, but he also knows what it's like not to know how to take such direct compliments. Thankfully, with Kate he doesn't have to worry whether or not he's made her uncomfortable with such things; he might worry about how others might feel about receiving such words from an alien, something so different from themselves, but there's no room for such worries here.

So he changes the topic while finally deciding to try one of the oysters; his strong fingers pop the shell open effortlessly, and the clump of meat inside gets summarily absorbed.] So. What have you been up to lately, my friend? Are there any plans or undertakings on your horizon? We do not often have the chance to just catch up like this, and I would like to know how you are, if there is anything that I can help with, whether big or small.