Anders looks over at Nate, raising an eyebrow as the grim mood is eased a little by the question.

"...There are far preferable ways to wind up with bruises on my ass. You couldn't suggest one of them?" The Wardens have been good for Nathaniel, clearly. They've changed places, Nate trying to cheer up Anders as now the mage dwells on all that's gone wrong. "Sure. Teach me."