Glacius lets out a beleaguered rumble of a sigh, even as he leans into Carlisle's caress—his way of acknowledging the truth being presented even if he does not like the circumstances. "I will not deny that the tribulations we have endured together, nor the way you have selflessly supported me in my times of need, have brought us closer. I am grateful for that, not matter how I might protest or rally against this place. So I suppose that, as much as I wish I could change things for us... I would not, not if it meant jeopardizing what we have now."

The ice alien finally smiles again, keeping his face still with the raking, gnarled scar in Carlisle's palm before turning his head a bit to nuzzle tenderly at his partner's hand. The tine of his intact mandible cannot reach skin like he wishes it could thanks to the cleric's protective gloves, but it is still a very open display of affection from a normally reserved creature. "That does not mean I will not keep trying to change things for us moving forward, but... it is good to remember that everything we been through has not been for nothing. I would credit that to us, though... not to this place."