In the brief moment they are parted, Glacius may notice just how red Carlisle is, his teasing -- however in private they may be -- having turned the cleric absolutely crimson. He's grateful for the repositioning, his face hot as their foreheads connect; Glacius' icy shell is a welcome deterrent to the burning sting of embarrassment.

And he's equally grateful for the change in subject, apprehensive as he may be about the topic. "As... as true as that may be, I still feel temptation. Not- not as much as I used to, but it is undeniably there in my moments of weakness. I cave now to- to other indulgences, but the reason is all the same: to quiet the guilt that storms within me. I have yet to absolve myself of it."