[Although his shifting should it easier for Angela to carry on her under-the-table shenanigans, it does nothing for her from this angle. Sitting alongside him isn't conducive to this at all and her foot can only go but so high. But that's okay. God made hands for a reason and she deftly drops an arm off the side of the table, looking nothing more like someone stretching their arm, and parks her hand on his thigh. There. Much better.]

Sure, why not? I'm sure it'll be much more riveting than hearing you drone on sober. Plus, the whole point of it would to see how long it would take for you to veer off subject.