Namor snorted at her statement, "Of course I have." Though Wolverine was formidable in battle, it was possible to best him. The Atlantean just did't mention the times that Logan had been the victor in their fights. "Though it was a long time ago," he allowed, pressing the controls to get the door open and take the lift down with Laura.
The doors opened to the large training room and Namor could feel his blood quickening at the promise of a good fight. He was already barefoot, since fighting with shoes was unnecessary and hindered his flight with the wings. If Laura was like Logan, then she didn't need time to prepare for their match. She would always be ready, and Namor had already seen that she had a way of placing her feet and holding her posture that already attested to her warrior prowess.
"This will suffice," he said of the training area. It could withstand the sparring matches he and Carol engaged in, so it would do for this one, too, provided claws and quick reflexes were the only tricks in her arsenal. No energy blasts to cave in the ceiling or anything. "Now," facing her and taking up a defensive posture, the wings unfurling at his ankles, Namor flashed a smile, eager to begin. "Show me why you are a weapon."