Tony looked up and arched a brow when the man walked in.
"Hi, Dexter Morgan for the CPD," he said, taking a moment to recall the name. He hadn't had any dealigs with the police department, really. Even back in his own world they were usually irrelevant to him. The only force he dealt with were militaries, and that just usually revolved around getting them out of his way.
He poured himself a whiskey and held up a glass in offering, being a generous host in general. "How can Stark Industries help you? Unless you're looking for Iron Man. Then, how may I help you?"