Liam's smirked. "Tropical Red, is this a joke?"
Tropical, unshaken by the skepticism, leaned back casually in his chair. "Not in the slightest. Everyone call me that here."
He motioned slightly towards Selene, prompting her towards a delicately crafted tea set upon a nearby sideboard. "What you prefer, Liam? Coffee or tea?"
"Neither, for the moment," Liam responded.
"Very well, then," Tropical nodded. "Selene, the usual for me."
Without awaiting an acknowledgment, his focus shifted back to Liam, while Selene, her movements efficient and silent, set about preparing a concoction of coffee mingled with a smooth, aged whiskey.
Liam observed Tropical's demeanor. "So, why do you want to meet me?"
Tropical smiled. "Interesting, aren't you the one that looks for me?"
