“They look all right,” Preston conceded. “I’m confident this will not be what does you in.” He had a little smear of her blood on his cheek where he’d raised his red-stained hand to adjust his glasses. Effy decided not to tell him. “That’s a relief,” she said. “I would hate for you to be responsible for my untimely demise.” Preston laughed again. “I’d never overcome the guilt.”
See what I mean? The out-loud laughter just doesn't fit. Just have them use dry humor and smile, you know? That fits them and is believable.
