Looping her arms around Namor's neck, Colleen pulled him in even closer, working her lips with his, slow and gentle with a hint of urgency behind the embrace, like she would not mind skipping dinner if it meant she could have him instead. After all, she had a whole other appetite that he had been happy to fulfill. Eventually though, Colleen broke away from the kiss, noses touching, and said, "I will give you an entire lesson on Atlantean politics at dinner," breathlessly, and then pressed a sweeter, shorter kiss to his lips before withdrawing from Namor completely. "Come on," she beckoned him, already walking as if he hadn't been the one looking for her and was actually the reason why their meal was waiting on them.