"Yes ma'am." Okay, that's a lot more holding up than he's used to, but the weight isn't too much for him. It takes a lot of focus, a lot of making sure his grip on the block is still from below and more holding than just pushing against the ceiling - that seems like a way to keep it from dropping suddenly, and that's kinda important given how much this weighs - and up the wall and around the ceiling it goes in circles and zigzags, though the circular motion doesn't lend itself very well to a block shaped object. The zigzags seem to give it more speed and more fluid movement.

Ilya's breathing is still a bit hard, but he's actually smiling a little. He didn't know he actually had this much 'fine control', as incredibly bad of a usage of the word 'fine' as this is. It's a lot more than he thought he was capable of doing. He deflates when he remembers Dolemeck's 'I-can-pick-up-a-single-piece-of-paper' control, though, and the smile's gone as quickly as it came.