[ Namor requires no petty surface dweller vestments either. He is perfectly at ease and suitably attired, so he believes, in a fish scale bikini so tiny most men would be mortified to be seen on a beach in it, much less a marketplace.
The insult makes his eyes narrow and his spine straighten even more than it already is. ]
You speak to the king of Atlantis, not a human.
[ He says the word with all due disgust. Never mind that he looks pretty human, save the pointy ears and the wings as his ankles. When the universe revolves around someone the way Namor thinks it revolves around him, how anyone could mistake him is baffling. ]
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The insult makes his eyes narrow and his spine straighten even more than it already is. ]
You speak to the king of Atlantis, not a human.
[ He says the word with all due disgust. Never mind that he looks pretty human, save the pointy ears and the wings as his ankles. When the universe revolves around someone the way Namor thinks it revolves around him, how anyone could mistake him is baffling. ]
From which world do you hail?