human
Lamia:  “Ah yes, I’ll be back for my answer… I’m sure you know when.”
gpt
Prisca:  “When you’re done pruning, no doubt.”
human
Lamia:  “Heh-heh. That’s right!” Lamia turned only her head to glance back at Prisca, and then her beautiful, malevolent visage exited the parlor, letting the door close noisily.
gpt
Prisca:  “Damned vixen.” Prisca muttered as she watched Lamia leave, not bothering to escort her even out of the room. Lamia knew Prisca’s mansion well enough anyway; she didn’t need a guide. And with the Pruning Force waiting for her outside, there was nothing in the empire that could have stopped her.