"Shifting is a natural ability of my people, honed with time and practice," Glacius explains, seeming... slightly more prepared for the rapid-fire volley of enthusiastic questioning now that he's interacted with Alphys a couple of times. "I would not say that I have a form for different climates so much as different environments... and I am not stuck, no, nor do I have to remain in the ocean. I can change between forms at will..."

And he's about to do just that when she tacks that assessment on as naturally as she'd just been questioning him. Glaicus blinks, then tucks his head back. "Ah... cool? You think so? You don't think it's..." he pauses, then tilts his head, recalling reactions that he's apparently been expecting or maybe even gotten in the past. "...Well, odd?"

The inquiry is tentatively hopeful, maybe even a little encouraged. It is nice to know that there are people out there other than his partner than don't have to get too hung up on this—that can still see him for who he is right away regardless of physical form.