It was a challenge. She was testing him back with that little sharp toy. Oh, he must meet it! Namor daringly pressed his neck forward into the sword. He felt the tip of the blade dig at his skin, but fortunately it didn't pierce his flesh. Namor supposed that he could thank his mutation for that. His hide was thicker than most, Atlanteans or otherwise. A pause settled in then with neither party moving an inch or gaining any ground. Namor stared back at her sharp eyes and with that smugness lingering on his face. It was a true stand off and he loved it. "I was only meeting force with force." He replied gently given the circumstances. "Sheath the blade and I will holster the gun." The human woman had such spirit. And her wits never seemed to leave her. Apparently, to top it all off she was also something of a warrior. Wonders never ceased, did they?