[Well even if that were any kind of a respectable volume, Ichimatsu isn't really the sort that delights in hearing kids cry for their parents. Or at all, really. With a sigh, he gets back to his feet and shuffles over to him, carefully reaching out and taking his paws down from the door and then scooping him up, setting him on one hip to open the door and then gathering him.]

Hush, you're gonna make that cranky old idiot think something's wrong with you and then he'll poke you with needles thinking you're sick.