It was a rather pathetic excuse for an army, wasn't it? Ha! Admitted weakness. What triumph! Namor no longer cared about winning the chess game now. Magneto had admitted a weakness in his eyes. And though plans were already set in motion for Namor's proposition, he would never discuss the details of that with such a temporary little ally like Magneto. Regardless, his desire for the man's mutants should have been obvious. More troops with mutant powers was one thing, but more importantly, what he needed were troops that looked human. Human looking warriors could get past defenses that would take an Atlantean hurdles to overcome. But Magnus was again, a simple creature. So, Namor allowed himself to favor the ape with a polite smile. "Soon. Magnus. Very soon. I have my own reasons and ways for how things currently stand. But soon none of that will matter. If you don't want a hand in the spoils of war, well, I suppose I can understand. But come now. What would you have of me then? There is always something taken for something given. It is our way."