Lydia's gaze was unrelenting as Morgan responded. Obviously, her prodding had brought forth her intended result - to provoke the Enforcer. She could see it in the way she bit her lower lip and pushed her pen into her page, the way she scooted the slightest bit backwards in response to her leaning. And finally, Morgan's answer came in the form of a hesitant,<i>"...Yes."</i>Lydia didn't think she sounded so sure of that. Though the officer dismissed her question with talk of her hard work, Lydia wouldn't let Morgan's uncertainty slide so easily.<i>An Enforcer seeking excitement, hm?</i>Surely, Lydia was jumping the gun with such an observation, but she was satisfied nonetheless. This was<i>bad </i>- already, she could see how simple it'd be to poke harder at the officer's composure, and her mind had started running through a list of ways to proceed...she was starting to hate this troublesome situation less.<br/><br/>She took a long sip from her glass, not so much to enjoy the wine as to mask the toothy grin of amusement that would've crossed her face otherwise.<br/><br/><i>"Is your bartender finished?"</i><br/><br/>Lydia paused mid-sip, then set her glass down again. She hadn't been paying any mind to the passing time, but more likely than not, it hadn't been an hour. She shrugged. Perhaps her teasing was more than Morgan was willing to handle.<i>How endearing.</i>"Doubtful," she responded flatly. To humor Morgan, she slid the drawer open to peek at the little watch. They'd only been talking for...all of fifteen minutes, really. "We still have quite some time, actually," was all she said.<br/><br/>"But-," finally, Lydia leaned back in her chair, "I see you're itching to move things along." Morgan's desire to rush didn't offend Lydia in the slightest, but she put on a show and gave her a sigh. "If you'd like, I<i>could</i>pull her away for a moment. The bar can simply close earlier." She chuckled. "She is<i>my</i>bartender, after all...I doubt she'd say 'no'."<br/><br/>Crossing her legs once more, she added, "It's up to you, officer." She lingered on that last word a bit too long, but there wasn't a hint of acknowledgement of authority in her voice. "Otherwise...there's still a bottle to finish."