human
What must you think of me? I asked her through chattering teeth.
gpt
You will not care to meet any more of Roger's friends, I fear.
human
Oh, yes, she returned sweetly, looking incomprehensibly lovely--ah, me, that long, smooth line of her hip, that round, sleek head, shining like bronze in the sun! I can see it now--
gpt
Oh, yes, I hope he has many more like you, Jerry, but not so strong--you hurt my arm!