human
Schult:  To Schult, she looked like she could have been the work of the most skilled painter in the world; he could almost swear that she was glowing, radiant. "Good morning, Lady Priscilla."
gpt
Priscilla:  "Mm. You look as lovely as ever this morning, Schult. And I praise how it felt to hold you last night."
human
Schult:  "Th-thank you, milady." Schult said, enchanted.
gpt
Priscilla:  The woman—Priscilla—nodded generously.
human
Schult:  Schult found the approving words immensely gratifying and yet embarrassing; it was a complicated feeling. He understood that his role was to handle odd jobs for Priscilla and to serve as her bed warmer—but he often wished he could repay his enormous debt to her in a more substantial way. That was both how he truly felt as well as his deepest wish. "Staaaare."
gpt
Priscilla:  "What’s this? You seem to be looking at me especially closely this morning. Is something the matter?"
human
Schult:  "N-nothing, Lady Priscilla. You’re still the most beautiful person in the world! And I’m so happy to be able to serve you! But…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "But what?"
human
Schult:  "I wish I could be of more use to you, Lady Priscilla, but I haven’t the strength. I wish I could swing a sword like Master Al…" As he spoke, Schult was reminded of the listless, floppy feeling of his own arms. He didn’t have to be as strong as Priscilla’s knight, Al, or even her private forces, the Redmongers. His only wish was to protect her from even one of the threats and challenges she faced on a regular basis. "When the moment comes, Lady Priscilla, I’ll be your shield… Oh, but my body is so small. You could hold me up in front of you to shield yourself from— Ow! Yow!"
gpt
Priscilla:  "That is enough frivolous blathering. I will decide how I use my possessions. When did you become so high-and-mighty to think you could give me orders?" Priscilla, who had stood up almost without Schult realizing it, managed to stroke and tug on his ear at the same time.
human
Schult:  Leaning against her palm, Schult said, "I c-certainly didn’t mean to…" He looked this way and that. "Ngh… But if I can’t be your shield, then how might I serve you, milady? Oh, I know! I can cling to you and be your armor!"
gpt
Priscilla:  "This is not a matter of what piece of my equipment you can replace. Schult, I neither expect nor need you to be my sword, nor my shield. The best thing you can do is to continue serving as my pillow."
human
Schult:  "Just your pillow, milady…?" His head drooped; her words were merciless. It was painful to hear so clearly that the person he owed everything didn’t consider him one of her warriors, even if he had realized it long ago. His flimsy arms were to blame. Or maybe it was his sticklike legs.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Hmm." Priscilla watched Schult grimly appraise his own body, then crossed her arms, emphasizing her generous chest.