Truth be told, he didn't exactly know how to answer her question, or how to speak to the Duke properly except for a few platitudes the older man would have enjoyed regardless, considering his fondness for the newly anointed count. Galt wasn't stupid, by any means. His greatest ambition here was to eat food fit for nobility, speak with a few pretty ladies, and make it out with his reward in tact so he could retire and sleep as long as any contented man. Granted, so far so good on the first two counts. Still, he wasn't going to admit that, entirely. 

"A wise man would say rising from squalor to count was a leap most couldn't accomplish. Desiring more would be toying with fire," He remarked with a wry look that brought giggles to most women. He knew it wouldn't be a miracle-worker on her. Silke seemed far too sharp and in control for that. But she did seem curious on him beyond a marriage proposal, which admittedly made him curious of her. He took a long drink from his cup as he considered, before she continued with an explanation on why a few eyes cast his way were not entirely welcoming. 

"My peers in the slums were often jealous of me, too. I suppose I just have that charm," He joked, but he couldn't hide the irony in his smile. He leaned in to whisper, and while he wasn't severe, he had lost his jovial nature. "I know you've never wanted for food or survival, and I [i]am[/i] very new here. But rich or poor, someone always wants what you have." Galt lifted his left hand, and with a deft flick of his hand, a coin appeared betwixt his finger as if he had plucked it out of the very air. "A month ago, if I showed this to the wrong people and left myself vulnerable, my body would be found in the sewers weeks later. Thank you for the advice, but the ruthlessness of others is something I can certainly understand." 

The coin slid back within his hand, and it was gone from her sight as if it had never been. He pulled his face back and softened his visage. He did not want to scare her off. She truly was very cute. And on that note, he said into his cup. "As for my ambitions, if you would like to speak privately tonight, you may join me when there are no others to get angry. Just an invitation to speak, nothing more." 

"What say you, lad?" Valdemar asked, obviously curious on what Galt and Silke had been speaking about. "Why do you whisper?" 

"Oh, the lady was just asking me about what happened when we first met," Galt laughed, and Valdemar's eyes widened and he gave a smile, raising his cup. The King did as well, clearly interested. Galt continued. "I didn't want to make the topic of discussion, so I shared a few whispers of the exploit." 

"Like a hero from the legends! Valdemar lauded, giving his grand laugh. "Oh, tell it to his majesty, I'm sure he would love to hear it. Sire, you'll get a kick out of it, I promise! He comes gallivanting out of nowhere, sword swinging! Oh, but you should say it. My apologies, lad."