Ah, yes! [Glacius replies, reminded that was something he should have brought up already.] I heard that you'd found someone, and meant to ask you about him. He treats you well, yes? In the manner that you are deserving? [Sometimes the alien isn't quite able to help his protective streak, and it doesn't help that he's still redefining just what he views their friendship as. Still, he catches himself and tries to renege on his prodding.]

Well, if you chose him, then he must be the upstanding sort. I wish you both the best. When do I get to meet him?