human
Al:  But Al answered her hungry gaze with a lackluster “Sure, whatever.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “You disrespectful oaf. It appears you’ve forgotten the time I almost severed your head on a whim. Well…no matter. By the by, Al.”
human
Al:  “What is it, Princess?”
gpt
Priscilla:  "Your cunning plan… Is it well underway?” Her tone was so icy that Al stopped breathing and looked at Priscilla. The way she had sent Schult away and made sure nobody was around before she changed the subject was a testament to her shrewdness. The sneaky way she had casually dropped a bomb on the conversation was just as shocking as if a real explosion had happened in front of his face. If he hadn’t run a simulation on this scenario before it actually happened, he would have disgraced himself.
human
Al:  “It’s nothing grand enough to call a cunning plan… I’m still in the information-gathering phase. So you caught me sniffing around in secret?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “My eyes, ears, and body are not only more beautiful than average—their senses are incredibly keen. What’s more, this is my land and my garden. I can hear the footsteps of the mice or beats of the insects’ wings if I feel so inclined.”
human
Al:  “Careful—if you have too much control over everything here, old man Lyp will cry.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “That fossil? Let him cry himself dry—I couldn’t care less.” While it was doubtful they had a loving relationship to begin with, hearing her speak so brutally about her husband was rather sad. But now was no time for Al to concern himself over the future of their sham marriage.
human
Al:  “What if you don’t like guys creeping around you? Are you gonna whip me?” He knew no punishment from Priscilla would be so lenient, but it would be a problem for her to suspect him of treason. He should not, however, discount the option of using his trump card against Priscilla—
gpt
Priscilla:  “No. I won’t throw a fit over a man merely poking around my house. After all, I imagined such a scenario when I welcomed an insubordinate animal like you into my home.” —but his vigilance was thrown off its target by Priscilla’s unexpected answer.
human
Al:  “You really don’t care?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “All men desperately sniff around wherever I’ve been, hoping to inhale a particle of my scent. How can I find fault in a man for losing his way in the fog of desire? Besides…” As Al stood there, perplexed, Priscilla shot him a sideways glance that held a chilling allure, then said, “Lowly scum like you with a precarious position in life must choose carefully the riverbank at which you dock your boat. Finding fault in you for running about aimlessly in search of ascertainment would be as foolish as commanding a bird not to fly.”
human
Al:  “………”
gpt
Priscilla:  “It has been a scant few days since I first met you, a mere sword-slave-turned-mercenary. And you think I believe your loyalty already rests entirely in me, body and soul? Only an idealistic idiot would."