[Part of van Zieks, the awkward, barely grown boy that got abruptly shoved down into a dark corner of his mind the day Klint died, wants to just put his head under a pillow and groan for at least an hour. But he cannot give into that because he has to KEEP UP APPEARANCES AND HOST HIS GUEST PROPERLY.

So he just hurriedly does smarten up, putting on his waistcoat and necktie. PRESENTABLE. He resists the urge to put on his full jacket since they are still at home, considering his (Klint's) prosecutor's badge before thinking better of it. He won't be gone more than five or so minutes, taking an extra one to try to compose himself.]

My apologies, I wasn't intending on entertaining company, or I would have done that beforehand. I am also, I must confess, not used to having to greet visitors myself.
[He is very rich this is all very hard for him.]