Carlisle tilts his head to meet Glacius' affectionate nuzzling, his hand still resting at the back of the alien's neck, fingers curling at his spines. "Again, I promise I am in far better spirits than I was."

He says that, but not all is at ease in his mind now that the physical euphoria of their coupling has passed. His brow knits. "I am sorry, though... for what happened earlier. I did not take much notice then, but you fought off my influence."

And if his tone says anything, it's that he's grateful.