gpt
Roswaal:  "To think your feet would carry you to me at this very moment. Now then, what is it that briiings you here? Perhaps you have judged your prospects dire and come in search of peaceful terms?" Speaking with a jesting tone, Roswaal gazed upon Subaru and the others standing at the room’s entrance. —His face was daubed white, with suspicious-looking eyelines and reddened lips. It was the clown appearance that Subaru was accustomed to. Standing up from the bed, Roswaal hid his painful, bandaged body under his eccentric outfit, the tenor of his voice and his actions lending him an aloof air. He stood there as a devil who had no need to conceal his own obsession. The sight of him was so striking that Otto, who was seeing it for the first time, visibly shook.
human
Subaru:  Glancing at that, Subaru slumped his shoulders in Roswaal’s direction. "You were so worked up about us coming that you dressed your best to welcome us. I’m gonna blush."
gpt
Roswaal:  "Why, it is nothing that need conceeern you. After all, I have told you, have I not? That I would face you in a suitably prepared state once more."
human
Subaru:  "Ah, you did, come to think of it." Roswaal certainly had said something to that effect as Subaru departed upon the conclusion of the conversation where he’d challenged the man to one final contest. Of course, Subaru never thought he would actually greet him with full makeup on.