"You ask the wrong question," he chuckled to himself and watched Namor take out his pawn, to which he promptly responded by taking the Atlantean king's rook with one of his knights. "Genosha will continue to thrive, as peaceably as this little utopia can. As for the Brotherhood- well, you can't expect I would lay out all my plans so readily." A few evenings conversation weren't going to be enough to make Magnus trust Namor, especially when the other so clearly looked down on him. The feeling was mutual. Anyway this alliance appeared to be in name only as neither had done anything to the other's advantage as of yet.