"Very," she says with a smile. "I've wanted for nothing save your company, Namor."
She didn't press his mind to determine what he was thinking or feeling; she didn't need to. He was practically broadcasting and Emma idly wondered how things had slid so far from target. She had been supposed to seduce Namor into joining the Hellfire Club and yet her she was having all but defected herself. She didn't even try to tell herself that this was part of the plan as the knotted, dizzy feeling that overcame her in Namor's presence was too strong to dispute.
"One of your adviser's tells me that you're schedule is clear. Does that mean you're mine for the evening?"
She tilted her head and moved a bit closer to him, playing the revealing nature of the Atlantean-style garment she was wearing to its full advantage.
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