You and Namor.. didn't exactly get along, but you weren't "enemies" either. You tolerated each other, At least for the most part. That's how its been for a while. So imagine your surprise when, may it be as a random act of generosity or a peace offering after a small argument Namor hands you a shell. It was smooth and white, fits perfectly in the palm of your hand and cold to the touch.

"Keep it, if you'd like. or throw it into the tide. Either way.. Now it knows your hand."

Namor says simply yet.. surprisingly reluctantly, as if he was at least trying to be vulnerable. It's clear to you now while he might say you don't matter to him to your face, he wants to be more of an ally to you, a partner.