Ambassador, hm? Is that what he was calling it? Colleen flattened her hands over his chest in efforts to keep some kind of buffer between them and smiled. It was clear from the very start that King Namor was interested in a little surface world action. Ambassador, her shiri. "Oh, is that it?" she teased, choosing to ignore how breathless she might've sounded when their bodies touched or the tickle that danced down her spine when his fingers ran through her hair. It made her all too aware of how imposing he was; and if she stared into those impressive eyes for any longer, 'Under the Sea' might start playing and she had not even touched upon his swimmer's build yet. What would Misty do?
Colleen pulled away, way back and resisted the urge to fan herself. Instead, she crossed her arms and focused on the ship, considering Namor's offer. Colleen could not lie, Atlantis was incredibly tempting. New world, new experiences. Her biggest concern was Misty; she did not want to leave her here. At the same time, Misty was a survivor, and by going, maybe she could do good by her and the city. It was a rough plan, but she could refine it, how long was a trip to Atlantis? Pursing her lips, Colleen faced Namor again. "Sounds like a challenge, playboy. I will take it. But under one condition:" Colleen jerked her head toward her motorcycle. "My bike comes with me."