Galt laughed, and it was full of mirth. He might not be familiar with courtly intrigues but switching an arrow or having identical fletchings to make him look good sounded very much like a tactic he would try in the back alleys, or at least along the same vein. He lifted his glass in a cheers and shrugged, still smiling. "Well, if that's how it works I'm game." He said. Of course, he still wanted to learn all he could about archery, but this was a good shortcut while he attempted to figure it out. The description of her calling him a hero also kept his mood high, despite her news that she wouldn't be present at the lessons. 

"Very well, I'm sure we'll get along famously." Galt said, trying to convince himself as much as Silke. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a poor experience. Maybe their initial meeting at the banquet wasn't a catalogue of how he was with everyone. Silke encouraged it and so Galt would do so, though he wouldn't hold his breath on whether her brother would do it out of charity or not. Perhaps if all else failed, he could learn how to use a crossbow. Apparently they had more punch and needed less training than a traditional bow. 

As he thought of his misgivings, Silke continued and gave him a warning of her brother as if his thoughts had manifested through her lips. Galt sighed, smiling. "It takes a lot for me to really get angry at someone, especially if they don't harm anyone physically. I'll keep my mouth shut and my intentions of flirtation to myself. I appreciate the warning though, honestly." Galt relayed, and he scratched his fine chin, wondering aloud. "I suppose these next few weeks will be busy for me. What are your plans while I'm off gallivanting in the woods? Not that we won't have any more of these economics lessons." 

A thought popped into Galt's head, and he remembered an offer he was going to extend Silke's way. He leaned in, placing his cup down and speaking softly, as if they were sharing some sort of conspiracy. "By the way, I wanted to extend a similar courtesy to you. If you want that is... In my previous line of work, a good knife means the difference between life or death, and your guards can't be everywhere at once. What I'm suggesting is: I teach you the proper etiquette of knife fighting, in case you need to defend yourself one day and a bow isn't at the ready. I promise it's likely prudent for someone in your high status. A knife is the oldest tool known to man and it's uses..." Galt produced a dagger, as if he plucked it out of thin air, and twirled it betwixt his fingers for emphasis. "-are endless." 

He leaned back and took his glass in his hand again, taking a casual sip as he sheathed the blade. He doubted she would take the offer, but he wanted to extend it. Galt was used to a 'take what you can, give nothing back' mentality, but Silke was doing so much for him. It felt wrong to not at least give her a few lessons in an art he both knew and would be relevant in his new lifestyle. "Your choice, of course. I just feel like it would be beneficial for you. It's saved my life more than once."