human
Al:  "It’s…like, a feelings sorta thing.” Al scowled, fighting down the nauseous feeling that accompanied this flurry of criticism. He could grab the women and play games with them, sure. They would wave to him, smile, each of them looking for her next trick. Some of them were broken by the tricks they found. These were women who were given no kindness. But even in this place, they were trying to live as best they could. Who was he to treat them as less than him?
gpt
Al:  "You’re not very comfortable around women, yet you’re always respectful toward them. No wonder they like you, Al.”
human
Al:  “They just don’t have a lot of choices. If they had more options, they wouldn’t give a second look at a run-down old fart like me.”
gpt
Ubirk:  “Hoh-hoh, ain’t mincing words! But that’s one of the things I like about you, Al.” The outrageously gorgeous man smiled at him.
human
Al:  Al sighed, not sure what to do with the man’s ingratiating attitude. The pretty boy with the long gray hair—Ubirk was his name—had been brought to Ginonhive as a sword slave five years before. He was slim and pretty—but not exceptionally talented. In fact, he was about as unsuitable for fighting as they came; it was obvious that he would be trampled into the dust after no more than a few minutes in the arena. So how had he survived five years here? The same way as those women. The Hornet might have been the most noted of the female sword slaves, but no small number of women proved capable fighters in the ring. Ubirk’s job was to keep a number of them fulfilled, just as the female prostitutes did for many of the male sword slaves. His abilities in that regard were what had kept him alive this long. “So, Al, to get back to what I was saying…”
gpt
Al:  “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not in the mood for a chat.”
human
Ubirk:  “Oh, don’t be like that. I have a special invitation direct from the Empress herself.”
gpt
Al:  “Then I’m even less interested.” Al gave an exaggerated frown; that was a face he didn’t want to see and a name he didn’t want to hear for a while.
human
Ubirk:  Ubirk grinned at that. “Wow, you’re talking about the Hornet like that! Nothing scares you, does it, Al?”
gpt
Al:  “Don’t be ridiculous. You saw me a few minutes ago. I’m terrified of women. Which obviously includes the Hornet. QED.”
human
Ubirk:  “Kyooo eee… What? Another of those funny words from your homeland, Al? I never do understand what they mean!” Ubirk tilted his head, trying to grasp Al’s unusual vocabulary. Al had no intention of going out of his way to explain. Ubirk, perfectly accustomed to this behavior, didn’t press the matter. Unfortunately for Al, that didn’t mean he was done talking. “Come on, just listen. Otherwise, the Hornet might crush me the next time she makes love to me.