"O-oh," Glacius blinks, appreciative of but also mildly sheepish for the clarification. "I didn't mean to suggest-- I mean. I could always construct barriers if you desire privacy, but... you probably don't want to get the garments dirty anyways... a-ah, just forget I said anything!"

Trying to pass right over his blunder and act like the exchange isn't a thing that's happening right now, the alien attempts to busy himself by seeing to his old wound. It's... not working very well, given that all he has are his hands, and after a moment he gives up rubbing at it with a ginger hiss, realizing that's not a good idea at all.