Carlisle had mistaken Glacius' relaxation as a lead for him to do the same, though he finds it so much harder to simply ignore that paranoia ingrained in his very nature, even when in the relative safety of the alien's company. Glacius' reaction, however, is much easier to interpret.

"Wrong? Oh, oh no." He puts up both hands defensively, smiling as he tries to soothe his friend's concerns. "No no, Glacius, it's a turn of the phrase. I'm not dying out here. I mean, not now. I'm not dying now, but if I'm out here for much longer, I might catch something that would be the death of me because of the chill. Not that I think I'd actually die from that. There are lots of other reasons I'll probably not making it past thirty or... so."

He trails off. Yeah, not helping with talk like that.