Galt stepped into the comfortable office and found it was one of the few times the previous six weeks he did not feel like a fish out of water. Of course it mostly had to do with Silke, but the lack of ceremony save for Franz performing his duty certainly helped. The office also seemed entirely personal, save for the evident trappings of nobility. Real work could be conducted in here, much like any clerk or healers area. He doubted there were many heads of state adjourning within these walls. He gave a slight smile at Silke's dismissal of any sort of interruption, not surprised at her manner. 

Vincent was a different matter, on the other hand. Yes, he had a gruff manner about him. But the informal attitude surprised Galt. He had expected her brother to be overly protective of her or at least skeptical on why he had to waste his time on an upjumped cutthroat, but he saw none of that. Either he was more mature than Galt had given him credit for, or Silke had given him a thorough talk before he had arrived. Either way, maybe the archery lessons would not be entirely horrible. "Very well, Vincent. You can simply call me Galt. I've grown a bit tired of Count Harrowmark, at least in most instances. Sometimes I still feel a bit of awe at the existence of the title at all, and Silke could-." 

Galt laughed, almost saying 'Silke could call me anything' that would go from familiar to something else. He stopped at that awkwardly and continued. "And I do not know how strenuous a half a day with the bow is, but I trust I can still ride afterwards, particularly if it would do Silke some good. I did have to ride a horse to save my life, after all. I can manage an afternoon ride," His grin was infectious, one hand on his hip as he spoke to the siblings. "Perhaps that will help both Silke and I find some rest later, if we've both had some light exercise." 

"Yes, I would advice my lady to find some rest. This would be a fine excuse," Franz added, inclining his head politely so as to still appear subservient. Though clearly the man was worried about his mistress. Galt found he liked him already, and Vincent would perhaps grow on him. He supposed they would also have refreshments available. Aristocrats always had refreshments available, it was uncanny but exceedingly fun. Galt wasn't getting fat, but if he let his guard down he would certainly be in danger of it. 

"I agree with Franz. Plus, I would love to see your lovely estate." Galt assured them, and turned to face Vincent, though his eyes often drifted back to Silke as he spoke. "But as for now, let us get to the art of uh, shooting. I do have experience in fighting, but I am unfortunately inexperienced at anything more complex than a crossbow, and I've heard it on good authority that such a device is a cowards weapon. That wouldn't do."