Alexei scowled, not happy with the disrespect the young upstart was showing him in front of his family. The liberties he was taking in using his first name, and lack of title....especially from a soldier, one of *his* men....not even Nikolai took such liberties. Leaning forward in his chair, his eyes flashed dangerously as he focused on the target of his ire.<br/><br/>"I do in fact remember Tatiana," Alexei replied, holding Yussupoff's gaze. He did remember the girl, just as clueless as her brother. What was it with the so called 'powerful families' of Russia producing such mentally deficient heirs. And those that showed promise, never excelled in anything. Fat, untrained children, given everything by their parents on a silver platter, even if that meant taking it from the very mouths that served them so diligently. Yussupoff's own father had offered him half the fortune of the arrogant young man before him to consider taking his power mongering daughter into the Romanoov ranks. He wondered if the Prince would be so disrespectful if he knew that it was his abhorrance for his sister that allowed him to live in the lifestyle he had grown accustomed to. "And I look forward to discussing my sister on a later date," he bit back a smirk, there wasn't a chance he would allow Olga to marry this boychild, for no other reason than she wanted to. And having the Yussupoff fortunes behind her would make an excellent springboard to move on to her next victim. "But as we are not kin yet, and you are a soldier in my army, you will address me as General, or Lord Romanov," Alexei corrected. "You have taken liberties those closest to me have not dared. And as this is meant to be my engagement party, I will let the slight go unpunished. I will not be so forgiving a second time." He warned. "Now enjoy your dinner, and bore my sister with your tales," he dismissed them, pleased when Olga dragged the little shit away before he could punch him.