Phoebus signaled for the two flanking squads to stay where they were while his approached the group. One of his men drew his attention to another rider approaching, a far Easterner in black and green armor. He acknowledged this, before dismounting and addressing the short guy with the gilded hat and obscenely short baggy dress. "Your invitation is appreciated, but we are currently on duty, and therefore must decline. Your approach has disturbed some of the citizens. We have been sent by the city officials to investigate..." Phoebus cleared his throat, held up a slip of paper, and read in as serious a voice as he could manage, " 'Naked red giants, carrying spears and riding demon goat donkeys'." Achilles noticed his reins weren't being held by his rider, and he hadn't been commanded to Stay, so he wandered over to greet Angus. The pale stallion pawed the ground once, nickered, and tossed his mane. This, combined with Kuzco's comment, drew the knight's attention to Merida. He gave a polite half-bow. "My lady." Then he put his hands on his hips and faced his horse. "Achilles, heel." His mount returned to his side, prancing a little bit as he did so. Phoebus tapped his nose sternly. "Now, now. You know the rules, boy. Work first, flirt later." Achilles snorted and swished his tail. Phoebus shook his head and turned back to Kuzco. "May I ask your reason for visiting the city?" He avoided the question about the king, for the time being.