human
Oscar:  "I told you this was a matter of life and death, didn’t I?” He was clearly very grumpy, but even that made her happy.
gpt
Clara:  She let out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Do you have someone very jealous in your life?”
human
Oscar:  “I wouldn’t say jealous, but… She’s not attached to me at all,” he admitted with a grimace. A light in his eyes told Clara that he was thinking of his beloved, and it chilled her to the core.
gpt
Clara:  That was an emotion a prostitute should never show on the surface, however. She gave an awkward smile. “Then there’s no need for you to be so faithful.”
human
Oscar:  “Not attached to me and unwilling to act are two different things. If she finds out I went rogue, she’ll destroy me and the country.”
gpt
Clara:  Naturally, Clara took that remark as a joke. The man sat in a chair and took the liberty of leaning against her. “I’m quite envious that you have someone that concerned about you. What is she like?” Clara asked.
human
Oscar:  This made him pause and think for a bit. His witch was truly an enigma. It was difficult to put her nature into words to explain to someone who didn’t know her. “Hmm… If I could compare her to anything, it would be purest white and darkest black. She’s like a leopard who enjoys human company.”
gpt
Clara:  “Oh my. She must be a well-brought-up lady who hasn’t suffered a day in her life.”
human
Oscar:  “She has. Very much, in fact. But that’s not her at all…” It was true that Tinasha was well brought up, but it was equally true that she’d suffered far beyond the scope of what most were capable of envisioning. Besides, she wasn’t merely a lady; she was a queen. Oscar had witnessed that firsthand during the Cuscull conflict. That was why she understood better than anyone else the weight borne by royalty. “Well anyway, about that song. I didn’t come here to bargain with you,” Oscar started.
gpt
Clara:  “I refuse,” Clara stated.
human
Oscar:  “Don’t be so hasty. Most things can’t kill me.”
gpt
Clara:  “No man has listened to my song and lived to tell of it.”
human
Oscar:  “Then I suppose that will make me the first.” Clara was left bewildered that he wouldn’t back down. She couldn’t sing, for she had no reason to kill him. If she refused outright, however, she feared he would stop visiting. That was no good, either. The woman needed a way to ensure his return. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to steep herself in the heat burning deep in his body, in his skin. That was why she had to barter. Clara got to her feet and caught hold of his jaw from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Hmm… If you became my regular, I’d think about it. You’d have to come at least five times.”
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar made a plainly sour expression upon hearing Clara’s terms. “I don’t have the time for that. Sing today.”
human
Clara:  “I refuse.