The lord of the sea had to admit he was rather interested just to see how lavishly the manor’s ruler kept himself. He hadn’t quite made out whether Magneto was monarch over these people or simply some sort of fascist overlord. The difference was vast of course. Both were dictators, but one by divine right. He didn’t like the way Magneto had departed without waiting on Namor’s decree, but that was the way of things here on the surface world. They were godless savages. Namor followed Magnus up the steps of his home and towards his abode while making no shame of his curiosity towards this lifestyle choice. “Interesting design choice.” He spoke while indicating the mansion itself. “When did you have it constructed?”