Galt soaked in as much knowledge as he could, simply happy to be eating while the discussion was occurring. In some ways, this made him feel more aristocratic than he had ever felt. Eating fine food whilst learning things beyond his scope, as if he was attending a prestigious university. Of course, he would have been found wanting at times. There were occasions he was so focused on the excellently prepared food, he lost the track of the conversation. However, Galt was quick witted and he always managed to find a snag to pull back into, as he had done many a night with a grapple hook back before his life had turned upside down. 

When one was a thief, they had the opportunity to learn many nifty things. Like how to scale a wall, pick a lock, how to lie, how to appear and disappear at a moments notice. But economics and manufacturing were foreign concepts, and the only logistics a thief needed to know was how to get stolen goods from point A to B. Somehow he doubted he would have much to add to any discussion, so he mostly stayed quiet and did his best to listen. It gave him further respect for Silke, however, and he thought he could not think more highly of her. Gods, she had a lot in her head when someone was willing to ask. He decided to keep a few things in his mind to inquire about later, just as much to learn as to show her he had been listening. 

As the dinner wound down, Galt was having similar thoughts of Silke's sleep. He gave Vincent a subtle nod. "I shall turn in as well after this. I think we can all profit on some sleep." He said, though his eyes widened at the sight of the delectable cake. He greedily ate his, whilst still maintaining what manners he had been taught. It was an art form in and of itself, he thought. There were so little sweets available to the common class, he had forgotten how lovely they could be. Eating quickly while keeping his composure had seemed impossible, at first, but now he felt he had the trick of it. The fork, held just so, allowed one to savor the taste while still, seemingly idly, picking up the rest of the meal. As long as he did not stuff his mouth immediately, it was fine. 

Once he ate his fill and the group gave what could be considered closing remarks, Galt made sure to dab his cheek in case there was any topping beside his lips, before he stood up. He helped Silke to her feet, insisting she follow suit with a look and an extended hand, so she could get some rest. "I think we have much to sleep on, after the lecture," he joked. 

If Silke complied, Galt would turn to Vincent. "Would you be so kind as to help me find my room after I walk Silke to hers? I've only had the privilege of being in your home a short time and I don't want to assume on any direction." 

He would have preferred to ask a Silke's father or a servant, but he doubted the Lord of the house was up to escorting anyone, and no servants were in the room at the current moment. At least he and Vincent had shared a few hours together today in weapon's training. He was actually looking forward to the next session. He would still rather run from a fight than stand his ground, but the martial arts were not boring. 

"They do try to act modest, but this is a sizeable manor." Lord Byrne remarked, finishing up his cake before granted the table a sly smile. "Do go with them, Vincent. Not that I think any untoward would happen, but you would be useful if nothing else."