human
Lyp:  “Now, geezer, this man you’ve brought home received my preliminary approval, but what do you want from his visit? You mentioned showing kindness earlier…”
gpt
Lyp:  “It’s quite simple. I’ve been very busy with work as of late, so I can’t accompany you when you tour our lands. I’ve been worried all that time that wandering about alone would irritate you.”
human
Priscilla:  “Though he looks like a clown, I do have Al—and you would only get in the way if you came along anyway. I am in no mood to babysit you. No thank you very much.” Where Lyp carefully chose his words, Priscilla let the insults fly with reckless abandon.
gpt
Lyp:  Veins began to pop on Lyp’s balding forehead, but the old man didn’t let his smile fade. "Now, don’t say that. What I meant to say was that to keep you company during the day while I can’t, I’ve brought this nice young man for you. He is a true gentleman. Very kind with women. I’m sure you’ll like him.”
human
Gilian:  “If I may be so bold, Lady Priscilla, I shall make every endeavor to live up to my reputation. I would be honored to serve you, if I may.” Just as Lyp was about to lose his self-control, Gilian stepped up to cover for him. Unlike Lyp, there was nothing forced about Gilian’s sincerity.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla tilted her head left and right in thought. Then with a glance at Al, she said, “Very well. If nothing else, I suppose it’s not a bad thing to have a better-looking man than this walking helmet to look at. Your proposal is well received.”
human
Lyp:  “…You’ve made a good choice. Sir Gilian, take good care of my wife.”
gpt
Gilian:  “Yes, my lord! On my life.” It was a rather exaggerated and theatrical way of putting it, but this resonated surprisingly well with Priscilla. Gilian had brought his land dragon with him—a beautiful dragon with blue scales. Handling the creature elegantly, he straddled it with Priscilla at her coaxing. With his white teeth gleaming, Gilian dashingly steered the dragon past the mansion and into the distance.