He quietens under her touch, because it's nice. And because he's thinking.

'Don' know, really. I haven't thought. I mean, I'll forget it all when I'm back home anyway, an' it doesn't really matter when I'm here.'

He sounds distracted. He's registered that she put her leg over his thigh. After a moment's consideration, he puts his hand on it, and pulls it a bit further over so it's more snug against his. More comfortable.

'Don' know if I want to know about terraces. Bloody depressing. What's the internet?'