"Hunting," he chuckled softly, listening to her explanation. He was accustomed to hearing all manner of stories about the activity. He, nor anyone he was really close to, had ever hunting anything more than a rat. But there were many barroom tales of men who tried to hunt on an aristocrats land and barely escaping, either the animal or the foresters meant to extract justice and protect the precious meat from all those save the land's lord. 

"I guess I could give it a try and attempt to learn the bow or spear." He reasoned, and placed some of the hot potato dumplings in his mouth. Gods, he still couldn't imagine being unsatisfied with the life of a noblemen. Food was one of the greatest pleasures in life, save maybe a good woman. "It would probably be smart to become good at some form of combat beyond the knife and my hands. I suppose I'll never know when someone wants to duel me over something." 

He continued to listen to her brief education on his behalf. Hunting would probably be the most prudent way to keep away from prospective daughters and suitresses, not that he was against getting to know a pretty girl. But he found he was increasingly interested in another, despite her reservations. [i]Shut up, you won't compromise her[/i], he tried to tell himself. He wasn't sure if he was lying to himself or not. Galt had the chance to eat the lunch a bit more quickly than her from her monologue, and so once she was finished he had some time to take a sip of water and contemplate. 

"Your brother?" He thought aloud, wondering why she couldn't teach him herself. He wasn't entirely sure if her brother was keen on being around him, and Galt had to admit he did wish to spend more time with Silke. The fact she was an exceptional female hunter was no surprise to him. She was an exceptional woman, getting more impressive by the day. With that in mind, he would do well to listen to her, regardless of his reservations. "I'll do what you advise. Though I've heard the bow is sort of hard to learn. Would it be months before I went on this hunt of yours?" 

The dark haired thief raised an eyebrow, and placed his elbows on the table, entwining his fingers together. Somehow he had heard elbows on the table were bad manners, and yet he felt very lordly doing so. Much that he had heard or thought was likely merely popular perceptions from those who knew the high class very little. "I guess I would ask who you had in mind for me to hunt with. I'm sure the Duke would love to have me, even if my skills were terrible. But I feel like people might think me attached by the hip or hiding behind his ducal robes from meeting my other peers, even if it is the safe bet." 

What would they even hunt? Deer? Call him soft-hearted, but a deer had never done him any harm. He had seen a few on the road during his life. They were always majestic and graceful. He was a meat eater, but eating sausage was different than making it yourself. In some ways, he guessed it was like living on the streets. Sometimes you had to get dirty and even kill to survive. He supposed he just didn't like the 'sport' of it, like the high class envisioned the activity. Suddenly, he had a thought. "And how much does your brother really know about me? And what should I keep hidden from him?"