Erato tilted her head, glancing Hermes up and down with an aloof expression. "I suppose you can come in," she said, stepping aside to let him pass, and then closing the door behind him. "But I'm on a conference call. What do you want?" Her robe swished around her as she turned, glancing at Hermes over her shoulder. He was supposed to still be in the doghouse for being so unfathomably rude to Clio, by rights she should have slammed the door in his face.