Lydia's immediate negative response had Morgan suppressing a frown. How was it that both of them had found nothing over the course of three days of study? Morgan had spent most of her waking hours pouring over Lukann's books with nothing to show for it. Perhaps Lydia hadn't tried as hard, or she was withholding precious information for the sake of--<br/><br/><i>No, no. Not good thinking. </i>She didn't want to believe that Lydia was ruining their business relationship simply because she wanted to keep things to herself. This killer was a threat to her and those who were close to her. Her own intimate partner had been attacked on her territory, so Lydia was deeply involved, whether she wanted to be or not. It wasn't worth it to anyone to stockpile information and<i>not </i>share it. Morgan breathed out of her nose carefully, forcing the thoughts away. She wanted to hear some good news... as good of news that could be expected when talking about a killer.<br/><br/>Darcy's sudden presence cut the conversation to introductions again as Lydia spoke to Izzy. The dark skinned woman turned, giving Darcy a studious look up and down. She smiled when the vampiric bartender introduced herself, giving a similar opening as the one she gave to Lydia. She could appreciate how all the vampires in the Coven were attractive, male, female, or otherwise. She let Lydia fill her glass halfway with wine before she brought it to her lips, brown eyes looking at the crowds once more. Though Lydia had said Darcy was knowledgeable of the situation, Izzy wasn't sure she liked the way the bartender<i>hovered. </i>Maybe it was her own senses backfiring on her; she was too used to men watching her from the corner of her eye, ready to use her because she was an escort. Darcy didn't seem like she wanted to use any of them, but Izzy found herself sometimes glancing over in her direction anyway.<br/><br/>Morgan accepted the glass of whiskey - Lydia<i>really </i>hadn't missed that part in her rambling - and took a small sip. The flavor and density of the alcohol was intense, but it burned her throat like nothing else could. It was high quality stuff, which was to be expected from a club of this caliber. Lydia made a killing off of her patrons, so she could afford the<i>real </i>good imports from the other major cities. While Plumere had their tengus and their wines, it was the werewolves in Archelm that made the heavy alcohols. Morgan had read once that pure alcohol and smoking herbs helped calm the werewolves that suffered from something called the moon craze, where they couldn't stop transforming into their alternate forms. She couldn't imagine what it was like to live in such a way, but she could definitely appreciate what came out of it.<br/><br/>She took another hearty sip as Lydia began speaking of her meeting with her informant friend. So he had been injured after all, which wasn't a good sign. It was a worse sign if he wasn't properly healing like any vampire did. It meant their killer wasn't just another vampire, and if he was, he was unlike any vampire in Onyxport or anywhere else. She didn't know what to make of it, but she made note of it. It was something new to research, since Lukann had quite a few books on vampire physiology and biology. It was worth studying them, seeing as they made up over a quarter of Onyxport's population.<br/><br/>Lydia spoke of Alex, but Morgan only gave a nod and another quick sip at the mention of the new vampire. She wasn't on Morgan's radar anymore; she was a victim, not a suspect. All they could do now was keep her safe in case the killer came back for a second round. "Sounds like you're keeping a decent handle on her." No one wanted a rogue vampire, and while Morgan didn't think Alex would go off the rails, it was better that Lydia had both eyes on her.<br/><br/>As the vampire turned that red gaze fully toward Morgan, the Enforcer felt the need to take two more hefty drinks of the whiskey. Thank God she had made sure to eat plenty before arriving so she<i>wouldn't </i>get completely wasted after the first glass. "That we do," she said, setting the glass down in front of her and running her finger on the rim. It would be hard without a proper way of communicating, and coming to the Coven was really the only way they could share.<br/><br/>"We need to find out more about how this killer changed your friend Paris," she continued, inspecting the whiskey swirling around in the glass. "If he's not healing, that means that the killer either has some kind of weapon or he himself can wound beyond what a vampire is normally capable of. But... it doesn't make any sense." Morgan rested her chin in her hand as she picked her glass up, taking a too-long drink before she set it back down. She looked back up at Lydia, noting how her pale skin contrasted the dark dress nicely. The accented gold on her shoulders caught the low lighting of the club just well enough that it was almost entrancing to a not-so-sober Morgan.<br/><br/>She pinned a free hand to her leg, digging her nails into her thigh to stay focused on her task. "The killer has so far only targeted women, but he's not above attacking if he deems it dangerous. Hopefully Paris recovers well enough to give us more information. Him not knowing the symbol...." It was nothing short of frustrating.<br/><br/>"If it's a personal symbol, it means something to the killer, but maybe something about it will mean something to us," Izzy quipped, taking a sip of the wine as she watched two male vampires converse over at the bar. One of them seemed to be glancing her way, but she hadn't indulged him yet.<br/><br/>"It's a bunch of triangles... three, if I'm remembering correctly." She'd have to take Izzy's advice, since it was the only thing they really had to go on. She looked back at Lydia, leaning back in the chair and taking her glass with her. "You're not aware of any more attacks on your territory or anywhere else, right?" Talking would help her not drink, and not drinking would help her remain mostly sober, but she found herself being a little low on whiskey even as she finished her question.