Orsino was ready to make a comment on Don's showing up somewhat later than planned, when he was suddenly assaulted with a toddler. Damn. The kid looked at him vaguely, almost as if sizing him up. Orsino didn't like that look. It was oddly shifty for someone who couldn't even tie his own shoes yet. Making a small sound of protest, Orsino stood aside to let Don enter with the remaining two. He looked again at the Tremlett-spawn in his arms, trying to remember which it was. No luck.
"Who's this again?" he asked, sounding already weary of the whole thing.
At this point, no amount of complaining would get rid of the kids - if he wanted Don's help, he'd have to put up with this set back. And he assumed there was some sort of explanation why his request for alcohol had been interpreted as a request for three unruly children.