"These things take practise, Miss. I'm sure you would develop them in time, if you had a teacher." He smiles, taking a swallow from his glass. Wine still didn't quite taste right, but it was the drink of the aristocrats, and to blend in with them, he had to be as aristocratic as they would allow him to be.
"I'll tell you a secret. I've never rode, or shot, and I don't think I ever will." Harry shrugs, "They aren't necessary survival skills in London." He explains, with a small grin. "As I'm sure you're aware."