human
Balleroy:  “Sure thing, Brother. Introducing myself!” The young man looked at Jorah.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla observed that her husband was nearly overwhelmed by the directness of his gaze. She smiled to see such forcefulness in a look. The young man might hide it behind his easygoing manner, but he might just be something special.
human
Balleroy:  Completely unaware of Priscilla’s evaluation of him, the young man placed a hand on his chest and said, “A pleasure to meet ya. My name is Balleroy Temeglyph. My big bro Miles here has been taking care of me since I was a kid—and he still does, as you can see.”
gpt
Miles:  “I do. Miles always was good at looking out for others. And this sky-dragon tamer business, you…?”
human
Balleroy:  “Yessir. I have a real spirited one entrusted to my care.” Balleroy’s broad smile seemed to suggest he knew no fear—but with this final remark, the character of his expression changed. Inappropriate though it might have been, the smile became one of self-confidence.
gpt
Priscilla:  “As I recall, the ability to tame sky dragons is a secret art passed down among certain families. A way of gaining the services of a sky dragon, creatures not otherwise known for being very fond of people.”
human
Balleroy:  “That’s right, miss. You really know your stuff. You may be little, but you must have studied hard— Owowow!”
gpt
Miles:  “You’re the one who needs to study! About how to have some damn manners!” Incensed by how quickly Balleroy let any semblance of propriety fall away, Miles gave the tall man a solid pinch on the behind, his own language taking a step down the politeness scale in the process.
human
Jorah:  “Please, please. You needn’t let such minor matters upset you so. I should have introduced her sooner. This is Priscilla Pendleton… That is, ahem, my wife.”
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla snorted at the idea that this was the best Jorah could do by way of introduction. "Imagine, a man in his fifties getting tongue-tied introducing his wife. Stand up straight and speak with confidence! You’re the luckiest man in the world. For you are blessed with me for your spouse!"
human
Jorah:  Jorah could only smile awkwardly, while Balleroy and Miles looked on, their eyes slightly wide.
gpt
Balleroy:  “Goodness gracious! Ya know, this struck me when we were chatting earlier, but that’s a feisty wife you’ve got there, Count Pendleton.”
human
Jorah:  “Yes, I’m afraid I’m quite at her mercy…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Fool. All the more reason to consider yourself honored, then. And you, you common cur, I won’t be described with such trivial words as feisty.” She paused. “Hmm. No, perhaps the word common doesn’t quite fit you.”
human
Balleroy:  “Er, should I take that as a compliment?” Balleroy said, looking at Jorah questioningly, but the count only smiled fondly but awkwardly; he certainly didn’t have the reins of his new wife.
gpt
Miles:  It was Miles, having been silent for some time, who finally broke the impasse. “Right.