Morgan was grateful when Lydia answered her question, because that meant the conversation was back to strict business again. She didn't speak about keeping it a secret, but Morgan knew that the vampire would go along with it. There was no reason for anyone to know about this. The more people that knew, the more likely it would be that someone was spill other secrets, and they couldn't have that. Still, there was something<i>exciting </i>about keeping such an act clandestine.<br/><br/>Morgan blamed that feeling on the whiskey she had swallowed too quickly. There was nothing really good about this situation, and her brain, despite her training, was trying to use emotion to search for anything positive. She had to look at the problem from all angles, and though she had tried to think of a better solution, nothing came to mind. Lydia's protection came at a small,<i>slightly permanent </i>cost, and they were going to hopefully be rewarded with information, or, at the very least, a promise from Adrian to stay out of their business and not cause trouble.<br/><br/>Morgan wasn't sure she could rely on that thought, but it was nice all the same.<br/><br/>She nodded in agreement, but she wasn't sure how soon she could go through with the process. She needed time to think about what excuse she was going to come up for Izzy, and more time after to find something to cover the bite wound without being obvious. Maybe she could convince Lydia to bite somewhere on the base of her neck rather than high up, though she knew the collar would make the wound itch, even if it healed quickly. She resisted the urge to scratch even now just thinking about it.<br/><br/>Sunday was the proffered day, and Morgan nodded again, spinning the glass around on the table. It gave her the weekend to plan and decide how she wanted to handle this. Many Enforcers hated taking the 'rest day' as a working day, but she could always bargain with the Commander to let her do paperwork in the archives. Sunday was the one day Lukann spent time with his family (surprisingly, he had a wife), so she would be alone. She'd be able to escape during the night and meet with Lydia.<br/><br/>The more she thought about it, the calmer she felt about the plan. There were plenty of reasons to panic and worry, but maybe the alcohol was finally doing its job, but it also brought about a few thoughts, reminding her that her neck was sensitive to both pain and pleasure....<br/><br/>She pinched the bridge of her nose, head tilting down as her vision swam slightly. Pounding the whiskey hadn't been the smartest decision, but she was going to have to live with it now.<br/><br/>"Sunday it is," she answered, managing to look back up into Lydia's crimson gaze. It was business as usual between them both, and she wanted to think that Lydia was performing the future act of biting just for the sake of protection and nothing else. It was hard to convince herself of that.<i>What if I enjoy being bitten?</i><br/><br/>It was as good a time as any to ask about the process, even as she thought of Lydia's lips sliding on her skin. "So... uh... are there any side effects or... symptoms of being bitten that I should watch out for? I dunno how all this works," she admitted, waving her hand in a wide circle to gesture to the whole club.