human
Roswaal:  “In other words, the law of this land is made by none other than meeee.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Yikes, talk about a dictatorship. So as long as I’m living here, I can legally drink—wait, I’m over fifteen, so I can drink legally by kingdom law anyway, huh.” Even though he was protected by law, Subaru still wasn’t too pleased about receiving a gift of liquor. This was only natural, as he have the taste or appreciation for it. But it would be rude to turn down the liquor as an expensive item and a reward from Roswaal.
human
Subaru:  “Maybe I could tie it with a ribbon and display it in the corner of my room? Then, when I turn twenty, I can pop open a bottle and revel in my first steps into the future.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “That’s a long-winded plan. You already have plenty of opportunities to drink—after a bath, after work, in between meals… If you ask meeee, it’s nothing worth savoring.”
human
Subaru:  “Um, it’s kinda wack to force somebody to drink if he doesn’t want to. Unless you want a lawsuit on your hands, I’d advise against it. Besides, aren’t you being a bit hypocritical? You don’t drink much.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “I used to drink like most people, but I have cut down quite a bit over the past few years. Though I do have a drink when there’s a party, I still try to drink in moooooderation.” Roswaal shrugged. His posture implied he wasn’t much of a drinker, but he exuded the overpowering aura of a boozehound.
human
Subaru:  “But I am kinda curious to see if I can hold my liquor…” Drinking was never something that interested Subaru. It wasn’t until alcohol came up in conversation that he suddenly was curious about his tolerance. It was a similar sensation to caring about the results of your grip test in PE class. And then his curiosity migrated to Emilia and the others—how high was their alcohol tolerance? But without an occasion to drink, there really wasn’t any way of testing—
gpt
Subaru:  “That’s it—a party! Rozchi, you said that you drink at parties, right?”
human
Roswaal:  “Hum? Well, yessss. I did say that. I’ll joyfully overindulge when it’s a special occasion until I’m tipsy. I am only human.”
gpt
Subaru:  “I thought so! Nobody can complain about a little drinking if it’s a joyous occasion.”
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal chuckled seductively. "My goodness—why do you want to get me drunk, my boy?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Eew, no. It’s not you I’m after, Rozchi, got it? !” Subaru clapped his hands together after leaping in to shut down the coy-eyed Roswaal.