Again, the flaring of light catches Glacius' attention; he lifts his gaze and finds it burning brighter now, reflecting in his glowing green eyes, emphasizing the way they seem to be literally shining with happiness. Again, he reminds himself that the lights Carlisle conjures don't hold the same meaning as a Mote might... but given that utterly carefree laugh, the heartfelt sentiments, and now the way his partner's body is taut with ecstasy, arched toward his mandible and hands as if wordlessly begging him to continue... well. He'd like to think he's contributing to some emotional buffer that enables the light to burn so brightly.

Whatever the cause, he doesn't get long to revel in the elation he feels as he gazes upon the orb, as Carlisle's hand finds one of his horns and guides his mandible back to his middle. Glacius rumbles out some husky laughter, all too pleased with the assignment--and his enthusiasm shows through in the way he switches between nuzzling and kissing. With his heart pounding in his chest from a heady mixture of love and desire, he can't help but go to further efforts to treat him to more of that elation and pleasure; the alien curls his bared hand around his partner, finally indulging him in some slow and thorough pumps of his hand as he continues to graze those scars with his mandible.