human
Priscilla:  "In fact, it might be the only thing that gets my blood rushing."
gpt
Balleroy:  "Say, Ms. Wife, you’ve got a lot of guts for someone so young."
human
Balleroy:  "Even my brother Miles was wincing a little, but you didn’t so much as blink even when that head came flying off." Balleroy glanced over at Priscilla where she stood at the railing looking down at the lake. He leaned against the railing and kicked his legs in the air—hardly the behavior of a servant.
gpt
Priscilla:  "What are you trying to say? That I would be cuter or more lovable if I squealed and shrieked like a common village girl and wailed each time a loser died?"
human
Balleroy:  "Naw, naw, nothin’ like that. Hey, anyone who came out to this island just to burst into tears every time someone kicked the bucket, I think they’d be in real trouble. Besides…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Yes?"
human
Balleroy:  "…I’ve got a thing for strong women. Like High Countess Delacroix."
gpt
Priscilla:  "That’s odd." She said, arching a shapely eyebrow.
human
Balleroy:  "What’s odd?" Balleroy asked with a wink.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla spoke again, she sounded less like she was answering him and more like she was continuing to talk to herself.