Phil Laak exudes the energy of a young child on a sugarhigh. Lying on a sofa with a sheet covering his head, he fidgets at least once a second. Every time he pops up from under the cover, his eyes excitedly flit around the room as though seeing everything for the first time.

Antonio Esfandiari is also flat on his back, but in most ways is the polar opposite to Laak. He remains completely still. The only time he moves is to shield his eyes from the mid-morning Miami sun creeping into their beachfront suite.

Laak has just launched into a complex explanation as to why his clothes are in neat piles all over the floor.