Pavel watched his wife, the pride practically shining in his blue eyes. When she reclaimed her seat, he leaned over, his breath washing against the shell of her ear.<br/><br/>"Well said, my love," he said, nipping at her lobe before drawing back, not caring who witnessed it. Loking past Liz and Alexei, he picked up his glass, nodding toward Ingrid to let her know her well placed quip pleased him. He knew Alexei wanted to rip the man's head off, but he had a suspicion that Ingrid understood that sometime you could wound just as deep with a well placed word. There would be a time for Alexei's brand of hurting later...but for now...he knew he had chosen well for his kinsman.<br/><br/>As Olga approached, he calmly watched the interaction between the siblings knowing the hatred ran deep there. He was a bit surprised that Alexei seemed to be playing nice, and had a feeling that was Ingrid's influence. And the fact that it was apparent so soon after their meeting, it gave him hope that the union would not only be good for them, but good for Russia.<br/><br/>"I am sorry cousin, your seat is over there," he motioned toward the table about fifty yards off, smirking at an obviously fuming Lord Brogin glaring at them...no, glaring at Ingrid and Alexei. Since this is a dinner to introduce the new addition to our family, we thought it better than only the future husband and wife join us at our table. So unless you and the Prince have something to share....perhaps he should escort you to your seats so that we may begin dinner." Pavel suggested diplomatically.