Phillip growled lowly but lowered his hand, it clenching into a fist. He glowered at the Duck and spat at his feet to show is displeasure. His icy gaze was sent to Flynn instead, the half-demon's body radiating with that fury still under his skin. He looked like a beautiful vengeful God and Ella couldn't help but blush just a little. "Flynn, you better keep those eyes in your head before either Rapunzel or I ripe them out," he said in his silky smooth tenor, his gaze softened a bit when he turned to Rapunzel. He let out an irritated sigh and crossed his arms over his broad chest. He had the look of an annoyed predator, his eyes slicing over to the Duck. "You shouldn't defend him, Rapunzel," his polite musical voice almost soothing if not for what he was saying, "But I suppose it would be unsavory to fight in the middle of a Normie street."
Ella grew rigid from the leering gaze Flynn had directed at her. While Rapunzel threw her shoes at him, she flicked Flynn the bird, her temper setting in. Phillip was the only man she'd ever actually fear. Flynn was nothing more than a slime ball to her. But she did self-consciously cover herself a bit more with her morning shawl. Maybe her white dress was a bit too... No Flynn was a pervert no matter what a girl wore.
Disregarding the Duck, the Ice Prince looked Rapunzel up and down. "You look well by the way," he said, an amused grin crossing his face, "You look good in that. You should dress up more often." He gave her a princely and charming wink, before looking up at Ella and motioning for her to come to him. The Russian obeyed, sending Flynn as disgusted look. But when she saw Rapunzel her face lit up.
"Yu really do look wonderful this mornin'," her accent rolled her words warmly as a cheerful smile was sent to the other Princess. Never mind that she tensed when Phillip put a possessive arm around her waist.