human
Fortuna:  "When you wish to ask someone’s name, is it not polite to first state yours?" The reply made Fortuna’s emotions chill over all at once, amplifying her wariness even more.
gpt
Regulus:  The boy lowered his shoulders, regarding with exasperation the wind of enmity blowing toward him. "My reply just now was nothing short of clichéd, but that said, I think anyone can appreciate the temptation to react that way in this kind of situation. Even though we are meeting each other for the first time and we stand on completely equal ground, why must you arbitrarily look down upon me and demand my name like this? Do you even realize the fact that you have subconsciously, inconsiderately, carelessly, and one-sidedly classified me as inferior?"
human
Fortuna:  “…For a man, you certainly like long-winded speeches.”
gpt
Regulus:  "Stating for a man is nothing less than comparing me with the men you know simply based upon my outward appearance alone. In the first place, the creatures known as men are innumerable throughout the world, so by what standard can you judge me? That attitude… I just can’t let it go. It is excessively lacking in manners. It flies in the face of my individuality, my rights." In contrast to Fortuna’s concise sentences, the madness in the boy’s rambling gradually increased as he spoke.
human
Fortuna:  Sensing danger from his words, his actions, and more importantly, his attitude, Fortuna put Emilia behind her and shielded her, sternly glaring at the boy "Enough with your self-centered babbling! Who are you?!" Lending no ear to the boy’s words, Fortuna asked him for his name once more.
gpt
Regulus:  His face blanched at the interruption in the conversation, yet his cheeks, so unenthusiastic before, slowly drew back in a gloomy smile— Then, addressing the Emilias frozen in both past and present, he spoke. "I am a member of the Witch Cult, the Archbishop of the Seven Deadly Sins who has been entrusted with Greed—Regulus Corneas."