Glacius considers it for a moment, but his face is clearly tempted--tales of adventure are so hard for him to resist, after all, especially ones that cross worlds. Add to that the fact that the story will be told by a friend who he genuinely enjoys listening to talk about his passions, and it's only so long before he caves. The ice alien nods, scooting up close to Carlisle's bedside so he doesn't have to speak out and put any more stress on his throat.

"I--I would like that a lot, actually. But after this, you must rest, alright?"