Look, it wasn't that Dorothea hated being called pretty, but context was important. Being told repeatedly how attractive you were wasn't fun coming from a rando who wanted you to dress up like someone else he drooled over back home.

On the other hand, being told you deserved royal treatment could curry a little favor. Dorothea blushed slightly, still slightly wary, but it was obvious by now that this guy was basically harmless.

"That... is very sweet of you." And she might have said more, but Itto's stomach rumbled and he mentioned the cake. "Wait, what kind of cake did you have?" she asked, looking back over to the tables where refreshments were laid out.