The cry was involuntary; it held amusement, despair, indignation and pity.

Her voice held amusement, and something else I couldn't define.

When he looked at her, his expression was solemn, but his blue eyes held amusement.

His voice no longer held amusement but a warmth that seeped through the chill and indignation she'd felt so strongly just seconds earlier.

He laughed softly; the sound held affection rather than amusement.

The Keeper's voice had held too much amusement.

His voice held amusement and what I finally realized was excitement.

He gave a short laugh that held little amusement- "You have a face out of the sea.

He gave a short laugh that held little amusement.

The other figure stirred uncomfortably, then looked up at him with a sound that held amusement.