human
Travis:  Glaring at her in disgust, he said, “Are you stupid? This will make us even. I’d call this a good deal for you.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Yes, but…”
human
Travis:  “You know, your marrying into Farsas certainly makes things interesting. Tuldarr or Farsas, which is your country, I wonder?” he taunted.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha paled as she realized what he was referring to.
human
Travis:  Travis was threatening harm against the one she didn’t pick. “Accept, and I’ll steer clear of both nations, so long as your bloodline continues. One or two doesn’t make much difference to me.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Urgh…”
human
Travis:  Travis was offering a lot, which meant that his request had to be incredibly dangerous.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha crossed her arms. When she shot a glance at Travis, he flashed her one of his usual easy, indolent grins. She could tell it was a facade, however. “What is Aurelia to you?” Tinasha questioned.
human
Travis:  “Where’d that come from?” he countered.
gpt
Tinasha:  “I’d just like to know.”
human
Travis:  Travis’s face screwed up in annoyance at the inquiry. He looked like he wanted to brush it off but gave up on that once he caught sight of the serious look in Tinasha’s eyes. He tutted in irritation. “She’s just some girl. I like her, so I stick around. That’s all it is. I don’t want her to die when she’s still so young.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Hmmm.”
human
Travis:  “Are you going to do it or aren’t you?” Travis demanded.
gpt
Tinasha:  “I’ll do it,” Tinasha agreed with a shrug.
human
Travis:  Once Tinasha agreed, the briefest glint of relief crossed Travis’s black eyes. It quickly vanished, though, replaced by his typical cockiness. “All right. Unbutton your bodice a little.”
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha looked offended. “Why should I?”
human
Travis:  “I have to put it somewhere that your clothing will conceal it. Keep blathering, and I’m just going to tear your dress open.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “N-no thank you,” Tinasha said. Despite some reluctance, she undid three buttons in the front to expose more of her chest.
human
Travis:  Travis pointed to the patch of creamy white skin. “Blossom.” With just one word, a crest the size of a child’s palm appeared on Tinasha’s skin.