Pavel felt his legs instinctively spread, allowing his wife's hand easier access to his body. He knew he was stirring a potential hornet's nest by stoking her fires, and now he would feel her wrath. And as long as her 'wrath' felt this delicious, he would submit every time. Biting the inside of his cheek, he swallowed a gasp as he felt his shaft fill...once again thankful that he and Alexei both had their trousers made to accomidate their 'little' problems. Frankly, with the beauty of their ladies, the court would be lucky to not see them hard 24-7.<br/><br/>Pavel had to force himself to concentrate when the Doctor approached with a lovely young woman. He was surprised when Yelkin introduced her as the same ragamuffin that Alexei and Nikolai had saved from the docks. Biting down on his tongue, he felt his love's hand constrict around him even more. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to focus on the pair in front of their table as Liz continued to torture him.<br/><br/>"Yes, well, we're in the middle of wedding festiveties at the moment. Until they end, you may stay here as our guest, Miss DeWarren. After that, I shall schedule some time to see me in private and plead your case. From there I shall determine whether you will have a permanent place in Russia, or not." Pavel swallowed thickly, a warm jolt passing from between his legs, and spreading out to envelop his entire body.