"And I, you," Glacius smiles, his gaze suddenly full of far more than lust--though that's no less present after such a stirring confession, there's adoration for his partner there too, the alien's hearts touched by the moment of honesty. He dips his head, taking his partner in one hand, stroking him slowly and nuzzling against him at the same time, eager to do whatever he can to reward him for being so wonderfully open and earnest about his need. His other hand curls in the bottom of Carlisle's shirt, tugging gently at it again; clearly he wants to be as close as possible right now, and what clothes the cleric has left on him are only getting in the way of that.