Once Danny was in his sights, Namor dismissed the rest of the room from his concern. They were just humans. Air Breathers. And, from what he could tell, children. But most surface dwellers were children in his sight for all his advanced years. The Avenging Son had less use for these middle schoolers than he did for wearing a shirt. Still, he was impressed by the discipline he witnessed when Danny's orders were obeyed immediately by the girl and the class followed.
He faced Danny fully as the other man bowed to him and Namor even uncrossed his arms to show he was not here for hostile reasons. Though he did not return the bow - for he was a King, and Kings bowed to no one - he did nod his acceptance of the respectful gesture. "Daniel Rand. Friend of Namor." The title of King had been accepted, as well, and the one returned, that Daniel would be counted among Namor's friends, was a high honor. "I am here to... talk." Namor was not the best at being humble or even agreeable. He shifted his feet and his straight back became even straighter, hands adorned at the wrist with solid gold decorative bands coming to rest on hard hips "I have come to see what I may do in order to fulfill a promise made in another place. Another time."