[Whether or not Carlisle takes Qubit's light criticism to heart goes unsaid for the second as he allows himself to settle, now well away from the glyph that made him so uneasy — not that it's the only thing riling his nerves.]

Yes, tea please.

[He asks for it as something to distract him rather than a drink. Though he no longer needs to pretend he drinks, as he did when Qubit didn't remember he's an undead abomination being, he still enjoys the ritual they built during that time, and the conversations they shared because of it. He likes to feel what he perceives as warmth in his hands, to close his eyes and remember the aromas that fought away the chill of the mountains back home. It makes him feel just a little more human.

He straightens his scarf idly, looking over the lab. It's not all that different from the last time he was here, but he does like seeing if he can spot Qubit's latest project and discern its purpose before his friend explains it to him.]

I suppose we could attempt to redesign the glyph so I'm not as affected. For later, though. I'm interested to hear what you discovered while I slept. It was but moments for me, though I'm sure you were lonely in my absence.