With Carlisle currently a little breathless from Glacius' attention, he answers with a nod, apologizing again (though probably apologizing for the apology this time). The hand at his obvious arousal makes him bite his lip; it's through his teeth that he utters again.

"I always wonder if I, ah. Should reciprocate more in some way, or if I'm simply easier to, um." He shudders again, his legs finding their way around Glacius' hips to give him more stability against the rocking. It's not terribly comfortable, but then again, neither are his clothes at the moment. "If- if it's easier to get me riled."

Which it is, and he knows it. His hand finally retreats from Glacius' mandible, if only to start pulling at his sweater.