[He glances over and sees her sink back down a bit. Opens his mouth to possibly say something in protest but can't come up with anything that sounds right and therefore closes it and looks back at his glass.]

Maybe. I'm still not... I'm still not really sure about... all of this. Not not-sure in that I don't want it, but not-sure in that I'm not sure what to say or do to keep... going. [That's probably not that clear but he's well into abstract-ramble-mode at the moment for some reason.]