Connor lies back, one arm behind his head. His chest or stomach should make a decent pillow, although he's not a particularly soft person. She'd be better off with somebody who isn't so skinny. "All right. What are you going to dream about?" His voice is soft, and his free hand keeps scratching Miss Jenny. he's just a little afraid she'll complain if he stops. That wouldn't matter so much if she wasn't speaking in his head.