Ah, there she was. Of course Colleen would be hiding away in the royal library. The woman always seemed to have her nose in a book. This wasn't bad, mind you, just different. Namor couldn't remember the last visitor that taken such a shine to the written word. Perhaps that had been where she had learned those exotic styles. He didn't say anything immediately in response to the question. He just drifted close, preferring to silently glance down at what exactly she was reading here. Just what kept her interest today? She was a clever thing. Fun to have around when that blade wasn't drawn and at the ready. His little warrior poet.
"You used that word again. Playboy, was it?" Namor asked with a cool indifference in his voice. He shifted to move closer and bent to kiss the back of her neck. "You still haven't told me what it means." He smiled next to her despite the poor attempt at a frown. "Hardly fair." Her visit was two weeks in running now, and it seemed half that. He knew her kind could never want to live here forever. Not in a world without the sun. No, she would go home soon. But he wasn't fretting. The king was fairly certain his charms would bring her back again.