Phoebus winked at Merida with a playful smirk. "Did it look like I was treating you as a damsel in distress, given that I was warning His Majesty of the danger he put himself in by threatening you? You wouldn't be the first young lady to decide which sword better belongs where a man's nethers go." He nodded toward Mulan in acknowledgement. "The young emperor, here, is correct, though I would highly suggest he practices his French pronunciation before speaking to any politicians. Most of them take offense rather easily, in my experience. The city is called Paris, and if need be, I can show you a map of the kingdom later." The captain looked around at all the visitors. "Actually, if everyone's tempers have cooled, I might suggest a good drink to further relax everyone after this near-scuffle. I know a particularly good tavern, which provides a... [i]variety[/i] of entertainment." He motioned toward Kuzco and his royal guard. "You'll all have to put on some clothes before entering the city, I'm afraid. As much as I enjoy the view--" He shamelessly eyed one painted man who had a particularly well-chiseled jawline. "--I would hate to have to arrest you for indecency."