"No," he replied to the question, a small snicker to his tone, "I've taught many an adolescent a lesson in combat. It matters not to me." Though he did draw the line somewhere, age and all the stigmas surface dwellers attached to it didn't reach Atlantis. It was survival of the fittest in the oceans. The weak perished. The Atlantean children were taught hard lessons early on for the race to continue to exist.
But Namor was pleased that Laura didn't seem intimidated. He paced around her, hands on his hips, trying to see some kind of resemblance to Logan in her. He just couldn't get past her beauty, which Logan did not posses by any stretch of the imagination. "How is it that you could possibly be related to Wolverine?" he finally asked, a skeptical lift in his expressive angled eyebrow showing his doubt that she was telling the truth. "He never spoke of you. He never spoke of any siblings, and now he has two?" The Scion finally stopped his circling inspection and stood in front of Laura, arms crossing over his chest.