He watched as she seemingly had the words stolen from her mouth time and time again. When she finally spoke, he nodded
"That's enough," he said, and he sat up with her, and then after a few moments of looking around, trying to spot who she was talking to, he spoke up again.
"But thinking that you have friends isn't a substitute, so... we can be friends," Motark said simply, smiling at her as he laid back.
"So the next time someone asks you, you can say a definite yes," he said. His head was swimming in brew, causing the kindness he usually hid under his gruff exterior to come out. Not that he was worried about showing his gentler side to Fiala, of course...