Asklepios was ... well, not used to the sound of crashes that heralded Eir regularly. Not used to it, but he at least was not stunned by it. Not anymore. Whatever machinations she had behind closed doors, Asklepios probably did not want to know about them. Whereas he considered himself a master of his craft and rarely experimented - he made no-nonsense extrapolations, as he'd once put it to the only person who ever seemed interested in a clarification - Eir was constantly trying new things. Often that involved modern procedures which Asklepios normally did not try. It was easier, in his mind, to stick with what he knew and make new things based on that foundation of knowledge.
Her results were on occasion more spectacular, but his were consistent.
Each method probably had its merits.
"Bonjour," he finally said, with a smile.
The case was lifted carefully, respect to the glass objects locked inside. It had been a long time since he'd given Eir anything. And a small part of him, no matter how small, was looking forward to giving her fits by giving her a tonic which she could not possibly duplicate without access to ambrosia. Zeus guarded the Greek substance religiously, so it was sure to stay in the family for some time.
All right, it wasn't fair.
That did not mean it wouldn't be fun.
"I brought you something. All right if I come in? Nothing in danger of exploding, I hope."
Asklepios' smile grew as he teased her gently - she might well answer him honestly, though, and the knowledge of whether or not something in her residence was about to explode could prove useful.