He wasn't hating the previous conversation, but he's also not at all sad to hear that Irahl seems to be more comfortable on the current topic. He rests his face in his hand similar to how he had settled back in the fancy cafe upstairs.

"What's the... An... dolies?" He asks, already sure he's saying it wrong. 'Overpass' is a word he's at least passingly familiar with, even if his understanding and Irahl's are slightly different--but that second one gets nothing but question marks.