"My love is such a romantic," he chuckled, leaning his head down to kiss her gently. He hummed happily against her lips before drawing his head back to look down into her loving gaze. "And I adore that fact," he teased, his attention drawn back to the couple on the other side of the room. He was glad when Alexei realized his intentions for young Irina. He had spent weeks scowering their own list of servants to find a match for the new addition to the family. He suspected that even King Gustav would approve of his choice for his daughter.<br/><br/>He smiled warmly, watching the pair, and the sparks that seemed to be firing between them. It almost made him nostalgic for the days that his love for his wife was new like this. But he wouldn't trade what they had now for anything in the world. It was clear that they were both confused.<br/><br/>"Well, they're certainly not lacking for chemistry," he laughed softly. He had to admit that they would have beautiful babies. Wrapping his arm around her hip, he gave her a little squeeze. They would both undoubtedly love any children that came from Alexei and Ingrid's union. But he felt a pang of regret that his own wife's body would never be big with their own children. Liz had so much love to give, and deserved a child to spoil. But it looked as if it was not meant to be for them. So they would have to settle for spoiling his kinsman's children like mad.