Terrence laughed, just to let out his excess energy. When dancing involved a loud, steady beat and no rules about how to move, it made adrenaline race through his veins, and he thrived on it.
There was something at the corner of his awareness now, though, the feeling of someone watching him that wasn't entirely to do with appreciation for how he was moving. He was fairly certain he wasn't imagining it, but he ignored it for the moment except for a brief scan of the place with his eyes; unless it was an imminent threat, it could wait until he'd danced to at least one song.