human
Balleroy:  He was putting all five of his well-honed senses to work.
gpt
Balleroy:  “Mm.” He nodded. “It looks just like you said, Ms. Wife—lots of arguing and fighting starting here, there, everywhere. If we leave ’em to their own devices, they’ll probably tear each other apart.”
human
Priscilla:  “You really think it’ll go that well? These people aren’t bugs or fish. They’ll realize they’re in trouble as soon as their numbers start to noticeably drop. Though, I agree we can probably just keep our heads down until then.”
gpt
Miles:  “No, we cannot.”
human
Priscilla:  “Once they’re reduced to chiefly those who can use their heads to some extent, it will be time to implement the next phase of our plan. The initiation of new negotiations, with the powerful people as hostages without relying on their ringleader.”
gpt
Miles:  “Ah!” Miles saw what she was getting at; Balleroy, meanwhile, continued to look perplexed. Priscilla saw that Serena had been quite right: The two of them complemented each other nicely, Balleroy with his slightly lacking wits and Miles making up in intelligence what he lacked in fighting strength. Miles fell somewhat short of Priscilla’s standards, which prized physical beauty as well—but taking Balleroy by himself wouldn’t be worthwhile, either. For her beloved husband’s sake, she would consider this a victory if she could maintain relations with the high countess.
human
Miles:  “Miles, Brother, do you get the weird feeling that we’re bein’…evaluated?”
gpt
Balleroy:  “Well, you don’t have to say it out loud, moron. Still…for a kid so young, she’s sure got some presence. Noble and imposing. You just wanna discipline her.” The brothers leaned toward each other for a whispered conversation, but Priscilla’s special ears easily picked up their secrets. Miles’s sadistic remark was technically disrespectful, but so long as he didn’t act on it, Priscilla didn’t feel compelled to consider it an offense. A man with a desire for her was a man who would put himself in her service. “” Feeling their eyes on her, Priscilla continued down the hallway at a brisk pace. If anyone attempted to bar her way, Balleroy quickly dispatched them. Even the experienced warriors of the sword-slave island were no match for his spear skills. Finally, Priscilla arrived untouched at the room she had been looking for.
human
Priscilla:  “I advise you to move aside, peasants. I am here to retrieve my husband.”
gpt
Man:  “Wha? !” The men in the room were amazed to find Priscilla kicking down the door and making demands.
human
Jorah:  “Priscilla? !” he exclaimed at the appearance of his wife.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla clicked her tongue at the way Jorah forgot that she was going by an assumed name. "That’s the trouble with my dear husband—losing his mind just because he turned fifty,” Priscilla muttered as she grabbed a vase of flowers by the door and flung it into the room.