"Don't worry... as long as my microweave is intact and I leave enough of my own skin on to keep my core temperature freezing, there's not much risk involved."

That reassurance given, the alien has to let his focus contract a bit more--retracting large swaths of ice takes concentration, and is not exactly pleasant for him. He steels himself by lacing one bared hand with his partner's, then closes his eyes and begins the process. With everything he's feeling right now, he's pushed to go a step further than usual; the ice ripples and pulls back from not only his broad chest, but his face as well. It starts from his nasal cap, revealing the open cavity beneath, and continues to retract across his features, exposing sharply defined cheekbones and sunken eye sockets.

Glacius keeps his head bowed for a moment as he battles with his reservations, then finally squeezes Carlisle's hand as if bolstering himself and lifts his head to look up at his partner. The damage to his face is even more obvious now, the topography of it twisted and deformed on one side from the heavy scarring that has built up ever since he lost his mandible. Beyond that, his underbody is an even stranger, more alien-looking form than the whole of him, and while he's afraid to put it on display like this for a variety of reasons, he's aware it seems to have... especial importance to his partner. So he gazes up at the clergyman, his expression a mixture of tentatively hopeful of approval and nervous that this might put him off somehow.