Zemok smiles.  "It sounds as though you wish to...I don't mind the crowding."  His leg brushes against hers as he sets his glass down on the floor.  "Please, perform your prayers."  He looks slightly embarrassed.  "Pardon, Im alliterating again...as I was saying, go ahead.  I'll finish my glass, and then you can finish your glass without the weight on your mind."  He brushes against her again on his way over to the desk, where he begins packing up his notes and his book.  "I can wait."