Falis knew how to play these games. Given the ass had already mentioned English and the bounty huneter's own experience with it, thanks to her girlfriend, she knew there was no way this wrinkled piece of gutter trash was from her own world, so he obviously didn't know the Forland language. Besides, she'd just pretended that she understood whatever language he'd used, so to do the same in kind wasn't far fetched. Especially since it didn't take a fucking genius to know the odds of Falis' words relaying a creative insult.

She'd also spent enough time in Court to know exactly how well nobles, rulers and other people who thought they were important could insult someone with a pleasant smile and words that spoke of something quite opposite what they meant. Falis might not like being the princess of Forland, but she was capable of being it thanks to Jodou's torturous rigorous training.

"Why, thanks you," she replied with a smile. "Though, you might be exaggerating a little." In Court, royalty killed them with kindness.

She chuckled then. "Oh, am I supposed to be scared of insulting you? Cause I'm not."