"I wish we could," Pavel admitted regretfully, knowing how she felt. He could stay up here forever, just holding her in his arms. Actually, there wasn't a day that went by, that he didn't wish they could both just run away from their responsibility, and just be husband and wife. They would be just as content living on a tiny farm with each other, as they were in this large palace. He didn't need to remind her that they couldn't shirk their responsibility. His love knew what the score was.<br/><br/>He chuckled when she gasped, fully intending to keep the fire in Liz burning below the surface all night. He nodded when she mentioned picking out something to wear.<br/><br/><br/>"As we've put Alexei through the wringer enough for awhile, why don't we choose something to compliment what we know he is wearing?" He suggested, not wanting to make their tempremental kinsman have to change again. "I'll send word to Irina to make certain that Ingrid dresses accordingly as well."