"The privy is the loo." A moment after he says it, he thinks she might not know that one either. "Um...the karsey. The toilet."

"Let's see what else..." He points to each of her fingers that she counted off as he answers. "Soho is where I live. It's an area of London known for a cholera outbreak, prostitution, and general moral decay. Home sweet home. The Cotswolds is the opposite of that. Lovely countryside, very wholesome. My father has a parish there. He's the quintessential country vicar. As for the rest...I was saying if this were my fantasy it wouldn't be with a girl."

He'd said his fantasy would be a well-muscled man with a massive cock, but he'd phrased it crudely in part with the assumption she wouldn't know what he was saying, so he feels no need to get too much in the details of translation.