Meanwhile, Glacius is unaware of any warm feelings he may be instilling in the human. Instead he focuses on the answer, which is completely expected, and nods agreement before moving to retrieve the still-warm mug. The good part is that he picked one with a decently wide handle, which should be easier for the clergyman to get a grip on despite his stiff hands (and everything else); the bad part is that there is only one of said handle, and the ice alien is not about to make him grip hot ceramics on top of all of the other physical pains he's suffered today.

So his great white hand grasps the side of the mug, his microweave immediately flashing and flowing quickly as it works harder to keep his skin from melting. He presents the handle to Carlisle, and when he speaks it's with a calm that he is not entirely feeling. "Take it, please--I do not want it to get too cold."

As always, focusing on his friend's comfort before his own.