Namor's charm turned out to be a tough one to resist; she was there, wasn't she? Pressing up against him, in fact, with her hands wandering up his chest to his neck until one settled at the back of his head and the other ran its fingers along his jaw. "What are you going to do about it?" Colleen smiled, keeping her lips a few teasing inches apart from his. So, she might have decided two weeks earlier that if she was going to be here, she might as well have some fun. It was somehow easy to justify when the world was in seemingly irreparable ruins and who knew if she would get another chance like this? She could go home and very well be dead (or undead) the next time Namor thought about her. If he thought about her, though Colleen liked to think that she was leaving a long lasting impression.