Alexei saw the slight motion of her head turning into his touch. She seemed just as drawn to him, as he was to her....like a moth to a flame. And that feeling was very heady. He didn't understand this attraction that was buzzing around in his gut. He had slept with coutless women who were just as beautiful as the woman he would wed tomorrow. And none of them felt like this. He vaguely wondered if it was her innocence that was coloring his attraction, and the prospect of taking it. Knowing she would never be with any other man but him.<br/><br/>"I suppose it depends on us, how miserable we make things," he offered sincerely. Neither was completely happy about the arrangement, but they both had duty drummed into their very being practically from birth. He looked up when Irina announced her bath, and hesitantly stood. "I....as much as I am hesitant, I should take my leave and allow you to soak. Hopefully the dinner tonight won't be so excruciating for you."