Sorry Carlisle--Glacius does not mean to neglect your needs, but his concentration is not at its best right now. He'd been so focused on trying to hoist the human out of the murky depths of his own self doubt, as his friend had done so reliably for him in the past... so when he feels the clergyman's hand gloss down the long strips of muscle in his neck, it takes him completely off guard. Giving that they're sitting forehead to forehead, Carlisle will be able to feel when the ice alien slumps more heavily, his body language becoming more relaxed.

"Hmm... what was that, I..." the alien's tone is much more sedate when he speaks up, realizing that the human has just said something he caught not a word of. Well... alright, maybe one sticks--after a very delayed reaction, Glacius shudders heavily, blinks then furrows his brows something fierce, and then finally shakes his head to try and bring himself around. "Death--Carlisle!! What is--what is wrong?!"