"Perhaps," Namor responded hesitantly when Bobby asked for a favor, but when he heard what it was, the ice mutant had officially worn out his welcome in the Atlantean's solitude.
The hand that closed on the front of Bobby's shirt was super strong, recently recharged in the water, and the effortless toss of the mutant back at the shore was done without so much as a grunt, though there was an irritated look to his blue gaze to show just how un-amused he had become by this youngling.
Bobby was sent sailing over the lake towards the shore, aimed at the pool that was just beyond the tennis and basketball courts, just in case the fool boy didn't know how to catch himself from a fall. As an X-Men, it was a skill he had better learn how to perfect. Namor was happy to give him the flying lesson, however, and resumed his swim in the watery depths.