human
Roswaal:  "Myyy goodness. You’re back sooo late.” When Wilhelm returned to his room, he found a woman lounging elegantly on his bed—Roswaal.
gpt
Wilhelm:  "—" Without a word, he stared at her.
human
Roswaal:  Her eyes were free of malice as she smiled at him; she seemed to be enjoying herself. “You’ve been out on the training grounds, sweating up a storm, and now you want to turn all that heat on a member of the opposite sex… Is that how you’re feeling?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “I’m feeling awfully tired of seeing you just waltz into my room. What the hell is the barracks captain doing? Doesn’t he realize he’s supposed to keep suspicious people out of here?”
human
Roswaal:  “He used to let me in because he was afraid of me. But now he does it as a favor to an old friend…or sooomething like that?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “You need to mind your own business.” He recalled the salute the pudgy barracks captain had offered him as he entered the building. Wilhelm had dramatically improved his relationships with not just Zergev Squadron but also the other soldiers. Still, this was not going to help things any. If the captain let every visitor, well-wisher, and alleged buddy into his room, he might never get another chance to relax.
human
Wilhelm:  “So?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “To what do I owe the displeasure?”
human
Roswaal:  “Suuurely you know there’s only one reason a woman abandons her shame at night to sneak into the room of the man she desires. A primal, instinctive—now, now, don’t get so angry.” Wilhelm’s glare had begun turning aggressive, and Roswaal immediately abandoned any flirtatiousness. She let out an annoyed breath, observing Wilhelm with her asymmetrically colored eyes.