[He pauses in his work; the room is dusty and not terribly well-ventilated, and he's covered in drywall particles from hours of labor, but he sets aside his hammer and reaches into his pocket for a cloth to wipe his hands clean. They are covered in painful-looking blisters.]

Yes, I was. Thank you for making time and arriving so promptly.

[He wraps the cloth around his right hand, covering the worst of his blisters, before offering it to his visitor to shake.]

Lazarus Lawliet, and it's a pleasure to meet you in person.