Glacius' mischievous look is met with confusion from Carlisle; however, he doesn't get the chance to question it as Glacius' arm sweeps his legs from behind, the other catching him with ease. The weight of both the clergyman and his luggage don't seem to have much of an impact on the icy warrior as he hoists them both into the hair, though the act of literally sweeping Carlisle off his feet certainly does get a reaction, leaving said clergyman a little red.

Though flustered, he smiles, chuckling softly as he leans further against Glacius. "Yes, let's," he agrees, putting one hand on his partner's chest and the other on his glasses to hold them in place. "Just- just don't drop me. Not that you would on purpose, obviously, but ah. You know. Rocky terrain and cliffs, and I don't exactly have a good history with cliffs, so um."

He clears his throat, realizing belatedly that none of that really needed an explanation.