"Was giving combat advice to the enemy something you did in the war? Either war?"

Ah. So it's going to be like that, then. Loghain's gaze grows flinty and hard. "Out of pity, occasionally."

He rolls his shoulders to loosen them up, feeling his tendons stretch and release, and gives his sword arm a shake to limber it up a bit more. He lifts his chin, then the practice blade, snapping it once against Nathaniel's--not quite hard enough to knock it from his grasp, but enough to challenge him to keep his guard up.