"I adore everything about you," Pavel smiled, feeling the tingle run directly from her hand to his groin. Even after all these years, her touch excited him to his core. She knew it as well as he did. He still watched her for a moment, looking at her elegant profile as she watched their kinsman embrace his new life. And he could see the moment the guilt crept into her countenance.<br/><br/>"Liz, don't. You have nothing to be sorry for," He reassured her softly, tipping a finger under her chin and steering her gaze back toward his. "It doesn't matter," he promised her. They both had always wanted children, having so much love to put into an issue of both their blood. But it just wasn't meant to be. And he would not trade his beloved wife for a wish he knew was not in his grasp. "All that means is Alexei's children will be doubly spoiled," he chuckled, knowing that his love would put herself at young Ingrid's beck and call the second she became pregnant. Both mother and child would be doted on, entirely, by himself, and by Liz. "As long as there is a Romanov heir produced, it matters not who fathers him." He explained. "I will not have you anywhere else but where you are right now, at my side." Leaning down, he placed his mouth next to her ear. "I plan on making love to you for many years to come." he said in a quiet oath.