human
Ferris:  Ferris tried to fix the expression in his memory, as it was something he saw all too rarely. And silently, he apologized to the duke, albeit mentally sticking his tongue out while he did. He didn’t try to correct Crusch’s misunderstanding, though. Maybe that was a sign of just how displeased he still was.
gpt
Ferris:  "Felix, may I have a moment?"
human
Ferris:  "Yes, sir?" Ferris turned at the voice, offering his most girlish look in a fit of pique. The other man seemed dismayed at the openly flirtatious glance. Ferris enjoyed the moment.
gpt
Ferris:  “Ooh, it’s just too easy to get a rise out of you, Lord Meowckart. It’s too much fun to tease you! You bring out Ferri’s inner trickster!”
human
Meckart:  “What? And you blame me for this? Er—I mean, I’m sorry.”
gpt
Ferris:  All you have to do is look a little bit put out, and he’ll apologize. What a pushover.
human
Ferris:  Standing before Ferris was a man in his fifties. He had grown a mustache, ostensibly for the gravitas it provided him, but the strange shape of his eyebrows and his gentle face robbed him of any benefit from it. The only thing he shared with Crusch, his blood daughter, was the color of his eyes. It was all the more surprising, then, that this was Duke Karsten, head of one of the most famous noble houses in Lugunica. And he was also Crusch’s father—Meckart Karsten.
gpt
Meckart:  A doleful smile came over Meckart’s friendly face. He tugged at his rather incongruous mustache as he said, “I believe you were off on a ride with Crusch this morning. How is she doing?”
human
Ferris:  “If you’re concerned about her, sir, please let me humbly suggest that you ask her yourself. This is you we’re talking about, of course, but even so, do you think Lady Crusch would lie to you, Lord Meckart?”
gpt
Meckart:  “I’m not quite sure I like the way you put that. But no, I’m not worried that she would lie to me. It’s just… Well, I was the one who imposed that prohibition. I thought it might be hard for her to say how she was really feeling… Um, or rather…hard for me to ask.” His good heart won out over his desire to deceive himself, and he voiced his true problem. Father and daughter were also alike in their inability to tell a blatant lie.
human
Ferris:  “I see… Well, put your mind at ease. Lady Crusch isn’t mad at you or anything. She even seems to understand why you did what you did.”
gpt
Meckart:  “You say that as if I were the villain… But, ahem, thank you.”
human
Ferris:  “For the record, though, Ferri is still mad. Nasty, nasty Lord Meckart!”
gpt
Meckart:  “What? Um, I mean, I’m sorry… Even I think I went a bit overboard.” Meckart, looking weak, rubbed his upper abdomen. Thanks to the stresses of his position, combined with his anxious personality, he and stomach pain were close personal friends.
human
Ferris:  “Shall I use healing magic on you? It might take the edge off.”
gpt
Meckart:  "Right."