Subject: give her something to smile about
“What did she just say to that troll?” he said, as a deep wave of laughter rolled across the room.
Rock scratched his nose. “Is play on words,” he said. “Very hard to translate. But basically, she say ‘Is that the legendary Sceptre of Magma who was King of the Mountain, Smiter of Thousands, Yea, Even Tens of Thousands, Ruler of the Golden River, Master of the Bridges, Delver in Dark Places, Crusher of Many Enemies’,” he took a deep breath, “‘in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?’”
Victor's forehead creased. “I don't get it,” he said.
“Perhaps I not translate properly,” said Rock.
The following description of Victor Tugelbend fits me perfectly:
He tended to smile a lot, in a faintly puzzled way. This gave people the impression that he was slightly more intelligent than they were. In fact, he was usually trying to work out what they had just said.
“Why don't we just invite them to dinner and massacre them all when they're drunk?”
“You heard the man. There's seven hundred thousand of them.”
“Ah? So it'd have to be something simple with pasta, then.”