They were the manliest giggles. There were a few kind of laughlike dargon sounds being rumbled into Bulba's palm, too, though they were sorta muffled, on account of the whole nosesmooshing thing going on.

Char popped over to human form -- Rasputin wasn't always quite so good at understanding commands in poglespeak, after all. The most vicious and savage of spiders was wrestled away, mere moments before Bulba would surely be spiderhugged beyond all hope. "Down, boy. We want him to live to see nineteen, don't we?"