Glacius is still lavishing his partner with attention, the beginnings of a quiet purr rumbling up in his throat, delighted to see the clegryman overcoming some of his shyness and moving so eagerly to bare himself. The alien's pleased vocalizing rises up and trails off into a warble at Carlisle's sudden outburst. Though his hand don't leave his partner, his head does jerk up again... and he does his very best to suppress a smile when he sees just what the problem is. At least he's not the only one who has the occasional struggle with clothing.

"Now you see what I mean about them getting in the way," the ice alien chuckles, "Here... let me help." As he does, peeling off that undershirt slowly but steadily, he tries not to let his eyes get caught immediately on what of his partner he can see, his normally pale skin wonderfully flush with the onset of his desire--first he'll help him remove the last of his garments, and then he can bask. They both can.

"Shall I return the favor for you, my partner?"