"I know who you are, Bobby Drake." Namor cut him off and scowled down his nose at him. The land dweller's custom of hand shaking was familiar to Namor, but he would not be giving Drake the pleasure.
"You are a long way from dry ground, for a land dweller. The earth is that way." Because pointing out the obvious seemed to be what this boy needed. And hopefully he could take a hint along with it and leave him alone.