gpt
Roswaal:  “Oh myyy, oh my, had enough of your little tryst with Subaru?” Roswaal swirled his wine glass and asked Beatrice with a smile as she returned from the balcony.
human
Beatrice:  Beatrice scrunched her face in disdain at the clown-faced man’s choice of words. “Could you limit your joking to your appearance, I wonder? Do you really think I could sincerely enjoy myself in that buffoon’s presence? Not even worth a laugh.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “Oh, now, somebody sure needs to put her pride on the shelf. You’re always like this, aren’t you.”
human
Beatrice:  “Of course. Nobody else in this group comes even close to my brother in experience, I suppose. But never mind that—” Beatrice’s gaze shifted to Ram, who was sitting opposite Roswaal. Catching the meaning behind her gaze, Roswaal nodded discreetly at Ram, who quietly rose and left her seat.