Namor's hubris was so endlessly entertaining. Magnus smiled to himself and glanced out a window and watched the agitation in the waves, it was a tantrum fit for a king. His smile widened at Namor's bold and entirely impractical suggestion.
"You flatter me," he remarked, unfazed by neither Namor's anger nor the early loss of his lead and his bishop in the game. "I have only a group of mutants, hardly an army, but you may have use of them if you so wish. However I must admit I'm baffled at your suggestion that we 'march over the surface.' Surely, with all your many armies you could have done this long ago and I don't know how my Brotherhood would be of any use to you in that."