Galt tried to match her gaze, but he had to admit her eyes made it hard for him to concentrate so he decided that was a losing strategy. Plus, he doubted his own look could be quite so striking as her stare. He opted to instead sit back and truly think on what she just proposed. 

"A hero?" He asked, unable to keep a breathless chuckle from escaping his lips. Usually a life of good deeds and one wrong move led many to the gallows. Galt was someone who had spent his life committing crimes, and his one good deed set him up as a heroic figure. Why did he deserve this when so many good men had been destroyed for far less? He didn't know, and it made him treat the entire notion with incredulity, at least initially. 

Perhaps he was a hero, or could play the part. He had never considered himself one, but then again its because no one had ever compared him to one before either. At least until a mere month ago. "Well, I [i]am[/i] dashing." He said, trying to be funny. He knew he wasn't bad looking, but a mysterious, debonair figure was something he could attempt to be. At least Silke thought he fit the bill, and her opinion mattered more than his own in this situation. 

"I can fight and move like I'm meant to be here. Like I'm attractive and confident. I can smile when I need to and be coy when it suits me. I guess that's all that really matters when it comes to appearances." He said, crossing his arms. Briefly, he gave Silke another glance, and nodded his agreement. In a way he was relieved, this wasn't entirely out of his element. He had infiltrated baron's mansions and criminals dens before as someone not himself. This would be even easier. He [i]was[/i] himself, and what acting he did, he needn't worry on getting caught in it. This was his new life, he better get used to it. 

"Funding Orphanages might be good. Maybe a hospital as well," He said. Hospitals on the continent were just as much homeless shelters as they were for healing the sick and easing those that lay dying. That would also reduce the crime in the city and countryside as well. People would owe the gangs less in terms of money and homage if they could get food and education elsewhere. "But how would I get the money to fund projects like that in the first place? I don't think I own any farms or goods, do I? Wait, do I have subjects I am taxing?"