Tony had marched down what seemed like fifty mile long halls as he located their bedroom in this castle, two servants in tow with linen and buckets of water for cleaning whatever might need cleaning. He was panicking heavily, and this probably wasn't going to help this situation at all.
When he finally arrived, he shoved the heavy wooden doors to the bedchamber open just in time to see Remy climbing back in bed. "Okay, tell me what to do before I give myself a heart attack." was the first thing out of his mouth. "Sorry...sorry," was the next as he kissed her and turned into a crazed doting husband because he was worried to death.