human
Jorah:  Jorah looked listless, and his hair was beginning to go white, Jorah’s awkward gaze rested on Priscilla.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla responded to her husband’s hesitant approach with a “Bah” and a loud sniff. "Don’t speak to me in that cringing, raspy way. I can barely tell the difference between your voice and a faint breeze. Or wait—was that a breeze I heard just now?”
human
Jorah:  "N-no, no, it wasn’t. It was me talking… I simply meant that you seem to be getting along well with the servants.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Hmph. If that’s what you think, it only proves how blind you really are.”
human
Jorah:  “What?” Jorah said, his eyes widening.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla met her husband’s ridiculous reaction with a look of exasperation. “Listen. The relationship between me and them is not one of getting along. They simply obey me. They know of no other way to live except to bow and scrape and serve. All I need to do is give them some instructions, and they wag their tails happily.”
human
Jorah:  “I—I see…I think…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “If anything, I’m surprised you managed to hold on to such passable help for so long.”
human
Jorah:  “Hold on to…? I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t quite follow…”
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla’s one open eye grew even sharper at Jorah’s continued gibbering. "—You are ever more inscrutable. What I’m saying is that you seem to lack the desires and the motivations that almost every person naturally has. I’m not saying I’ve never encountered such people before. But…”
human
Jorah:  “Y-yes?” Jorah stammered.
gpt
Priscilla:  “…that being the case, I continue to fail to understand why you took me as your wife.” Priscilla also continued to stare at him, hard.