Thankfully for Glacius, it was more of a lapse in judgment on Carlisle's part than anything more malicious; much as the alien surmises, he has a few other things on his mind, such as undressing. Glacius might have expected more resistance, but Carlisle nods to both suggestions, neither willing nor strong enough to argue. He has other, more immediate problems, like his fingers -- the numbness that comes with general activity might be new, but the stiffness and chill he feels when he's expelled a significant amount of energy is not.

They are both dead and alive is what they say about the twice-cursed, after all. He never has liked that notion. It makes him feel as though he has one foot in the grave already.

He struggles with one of the clasps on his tabard for only a second before leaning forward and craning his neck away so that Glacius may help him.