[...this is worse than he'd expected.

He frowns and leans down to pick Thomas up again.]

You're a bit too weak to stand on your own...

I'm afraid we'll have to feed you before anything else.

[So he heads, not for the bedroom, but for the kitchen, where the scent from the bedroom is drowned out by that of the lavish meal spread out on the table. He was expecting to discuss business later that evening, but...he'll have to cancel that appointment, he thinks.]