I believe that between us, we can lower international expectations to a sub terrainian level.
Here's a little excerpt from the novel I wrote, where your character is describing the effect of Kevin's character's sense of humor - it is taken, almost verbatim, from an exchange between you two on the subject of potentially flying to New York together for the NY Symposium a couple of years ago:
Major Elliott was, if possible, even taller than Flight Officer Gande, and just as gregarious and good natured. At a little over 5’9, I stared directly at his chin. When I entered the Mess, he was regaling the barman with an excellent impression of his favorite radio comedy. For such a big hulking fellow, he had a surprisingly lilting, melodious voice.
Flying Officer Simon Clarke, seated at the far end of the bar, rolled his eyes, gave a tired smile and said, “he’s quite good for the first few minutes, but imagine being trapped in a cockpit with this routine for seven hours at a stretch.”
“I feel your pain, brother. Barkeep, painkillers all around.”
“Cheers, mate!”
“Simon just doesn’t appreciate good humor.”
“If I come across any, I’ll let you both know.”