The mage examined his face as she replied, but did not stop there, raking her gaze down across his body before turning her attention back to Imenry. Ordhan frowned, more irritated than uncomfortable. He was not unused to such perusal. A few hours in Denerim would subject anyone to it, and he had lived there for twenty years (sometimes in a less than honorable fashion). But it was not what he had expected here, of all places, from an ally. It cast a different light on her request to learn from him, but he had agreed, and it was that request he would honor.
Ordhan took careful note of Imenry's prompting. The fact she needed to say so much hinted that he was saying too little. Enchanter Keigwin's questioning suggested this as well. "Very well," he responded, all politeness, despite the nagging suspicion of ulterior motives. First, however, he described the grip in greater detail, with its necessary flexibility of the wrist. The knight kept his eyes on his own hand and, occasionally, hers, but his brow remained creased, and he maintained a marked space between them. He then described the swing in as much detail as possible: the stance, how to hold the arm and hand, how to angle the sword, how to throw the weight of the shoulder behind it while keeping a strong stance. It was a lot of information, but his pace was still slow, and he could easily repeat any part she wanted to focus on. Only then did he set his grip and take a strong swing at the practice dummy.
He turned around in place, speaking to her from beside the target. "Did you want to try?"