"P-probably not!" Glacius agrees, perhaps a little more vehemently than he needed or meant to. He can see that crooked smile, and he's guessing it's not a expression charmed by how dashing he looks at this particular moment. The alien's mandible twitches strongly, which causes him to flinch back when that shattered bone of the ruined one tugs painfully against scar tissue. On the plus side, it pulls him out of his mortified stupor.

"I, ah. Didn't quite think that whole process through," the ice alien mumbles, rubbing gingerly at the side of his face. "It's going to be extremely difficult to fit into any of your human garments with my various spikes... perhaps I should cut small slits into them to facilitate the process?"