gpt
Priscilla:  "Strictly speaking, there’s no necessary connection between the Rite of Imperial Selection and the sword-slave island."
human
Priscilla:  "It’s simply a convenient excuse for them to draw a large crowd."
gpt
Serena:  "Sharp tongue you have, young mistress. You don’t like these sorts of shows?"
human
Priscilla:  "Hmm? They’re fine. I’m simply saying it has no specific relevance as a demonstration of loyalty to the emperor. But I’m not so narrow-minded that I would censure the common people for losing themselves in such entertainments. Besides…"
gpt
Serena:  "Yes?"
human
Priscilla:  "…watching others fight for their lives, and evaluating their performance, is something I particularly enjoy." Priscilla produced a folding fan from her dress, using it to cover her mouth as she spoke.
gpt
Serena:  Serena’s eyes widened slightly. "Ha," she laughed. "I like her! A fine catch you’ve made, Count Pendleton! I think I could really talk with this young lady. It’s only a shame she’s too young to share a drink of wine."
human
Jorah:  "Please, you’ll make my head hurt… And, Priscilla, you mustn’t speak so frivolously…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Fool. Of course I’m acquainted with the taste of wine."