Don't confuse contentment with happiness...

Poison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much."
She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm.
....
Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd.
She's a treasure." Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing.

Not bad for a bunch of reprobates with a galaxy of personality disorders.

Cynicism was a one-way path, and once taken the way back was lost forever.

Steampunk has been hovering around for a long while, and it's never really caught on in a big way.

The torturer was wheeling around the room, shrieking, holding his impaled hand, which had a pen sticking out of it. The guard by the door was in paroxysms of laughter. Frey had crumpled the confession into a ball and was trying to get it into his mouth to eat it, but couldn't quote reach.