"Of course I'm going to take a look," Glacius grumbles, his hurt making him sullen. He regards Carlisle for a moment more, wondering if he's actually unaware of his lapse, or if he's holding back on purpose because he feels that he may one day move on just like his double had tried to... well. He is suffering from a stab wound and blood loss, and all the agony and exhaustion inherent in that--the alien can see what a mess he is despite the way he downplays it, can feel the trembling easily given that the human is still being held in his arms. Even if the clergyman is thinking that he may have to one day forsake him, the alien no longer has it in his hearts to do the same to him, so he's going to do his best to take care of him while... whatever it is that they have lasts.

Slowly lowering himself down onto one knee, Glacius very carefully helps the clerygman ease down onto the couch. "I know you are not going to be thrilled to hear this, but we should have off with those outer layers. Not only are they a mess that I don't want to track into your room and your bed, but I need access to your injuries so that I can see to them throughout your recovery..."

He pauses for a moment as uncertainty flashes across him, remembering the way the offer he is about to make was rejected before... but circumstances are slightly different, now, and it will be a good way to tell if Carlisle still has as much trust in him as he claims to. "...Also, I know you are protective of them, but... I would be willing to wash those clothes, if you would allow it. We shouldn't let the blood and ink set in them for too long, lest they get ruined, and I don't want you wasting energy on such a task in your state." Now he holds up a hand, trying to appear reassuring. "Don't worry--I know what I am doing. I spend a lot of time in the clinic with Kate, she's showed me how to wash garments and sheets, how to get blood and other tougher stains out of them."