Carlisle nods, that dumb smile still across him as Glacius pushes him back. "Right. Blood off, go to bed, sleep. I believe I can do all of those things adequately enough."

It should be easy, given Glacius is doing the first part. He keeps trying to flex his fingers as he sits patiently, his addled mind wandering. "Sorry for the blood. Is- is the couch all right? I ruined it, didn't I? Do we need to find another? Where they live?"