He did. He also had a bottle of something that had been transplanted from Gaius' supplies when his cabin had expanded to include the workshop; he was reasonably sure it was intended for drinking although it was also possible that it was a cleaning fluid or some sort of anaesthetic. A recent conversation with Arthur had weakened his resolve on the 'not drinking' front.

He just gestured at the door to open it, not getting up from where he was studiously shuffling cards.

"'Evening."