Corvo is not exactly the most intelligent man out there, and he's still quite new to Thedas. But even he realizes when he's being given especially terrible advice. He's not exactly sure, however, how he's supposed to respond to this terrible advice. It seemed ludicrous to try arguing with the man, because he was either trying to pull Corvo's leg, or actually believed in what he was saying. Corvo wasn't sure which was worse, but he was quite sure that attempting to debate on the subject in either case was pointless.

"I'll take it into consideration." That seemed neutral enough. Deciding that crossbow practice was over for now, Corvo slides it away, and takes out his sword instead. He glances at Yngvi, and then jerks his head towards where the practice dummies were. "I trust you have no objections to someone poking holes into one of those? They would be a poor meal."