“Interesting.” Murmured Namor as he tilted his head to the side. He wondered if there were any of his people among Magneto’s ranks. If he found them, he’d execute them of course. The thought of defectors was a nagging one. “I could be interested. Genosha has it’s strengths.” That was fact. It was hard to under estimate a man that could rip the iron out of one’s blood. That kind of control was beautiful really. Namor allowed himself a small smile as his eyes met Magnetos. “I think we may be able to work something out.”