Cackling chuckle is permeating the air around our ears,blue jokes are heard everywhere,playful squibbing and endless teasing make up most of our meetings,and cynical attitude has dominated our talks.
Or rather, they weren't really looking, they were sort of lying about in a pile, each with a water pistol and apparently laughing until they were practically screaming.
When the battle was done, Dany rode her silver through the fields of the dead. Her handmaids and the men of her khas came after, smiling and jesting among themselves.
How hideous she must look and how he would laugh! The negroes she passed turned insolent grins at her and laughed among themselves as she hurried by, slipping and sliding in the mud, stopping, panting to replace her slippers.