human
Hornet:  “Won’t you at least watch me fight before you go, Al, sweetie? Pretty please? You’re already here. I want to dedicate my victory today to you and you alone.”
gpt
Al:  “Thanks but no thanks!” He couldn’t resist another snipe despite the continued glaring of the Hornet’s guard. Even at that, though, the Hornet smiled again and walked past him into the arena.
human
Al:  "A’right. I’m going to head back underground and get some sleep.”
gpt
Guard:  “Wha…?! How dare you, ignoring Mistress Hornet like that!” the guard snapped.
human
Al:  “The hell are you talking about? I told her to her face I wasn’t going to watch. She smiled about it. That’s a good enough answer for me. Am I wrong?” Al gave the angry guard a good, hard glare of his own and watched as the man flinched back, overawed.
gpt
Al:  “Holy hell, does she know how to keep you on your toes! She hardly acts like a sword slave, does she?” Al said as he walked past the Hornet’s silenced attendant, away from the arena.
human
Orlan:  Orlan fell in beside him. “Hey, at least she seems to like you all right, Aldeberan,” Orlan said without malice.
gpt
Al:  “Give me a break, Orlan. And I thought I told you…” The one-armed man, Aldeberan, winked at the guard. “Call me Al. You know I hate my full name.”