[Glacius tilts his head when Carlisle states that he isn't feeling well, a brief flash of worry hitting him... but then as he takes in the clergyman's flushed skin and labored breathing, the way his chest practically heaves with each heavy pant, it clicks and he gives a smug little chuckle. A part of him is disappointed, of course, having been completely enraptured with the sounds and the reactions of his partner's body, with the way the artificial starlight shone down on them... but there's a greater part of him that doesn't mind waiting, that wants Carlisle to be completely comfortable and sure of the time. They'll decide it together, as they've done so many other things.

He graces his partner's abdomen with one last kiss, then pulls his face and hands away from the clergyman's skin completely; the big alien flops down on his side right next to the human, his own breaths still evening out, themselves.] Of course, my friend--I was very much enjoying myself, but as I said, I just want you to be comfortable. Thank you for letting me get that close to you... I know it probably seemed rather sudden, but I... just wanted you to know that I embrace all that you are. And I always will.