Nora leaned into the greeting, despite the fact that her feelings about his presence here were decidedly mixed.  The Syndicate was the sort of organization that would boast of their clean hands in affairs such as these, but Nora felt they were just as dirty as any regime that gained power. The way he commanded her to sit, though, conjured a rebellious smile to her lips.  Nora was not particularly great at following orders, she much preferred to give them, or better yet, she just preferred to work alone.  Things were less complicated that way.<br/><br/>"Gin and tonic, on the rocks,"  Nora said to the bartender, even though Remy had been the one to ask her if she wanted a drink.  She was not one to hide her feelings and there were few people she cared for in this world, Lane Barnes was lucky enough to near the top of that list.  He was not wrong when he spoke, years before Nora had believed in the Syndicate and what they did.  So did her husband, William.  William was good in that earnest way that few men are.  He believed in protecting the innocent, taking care of the elderly, and wanted nothing more than to build a family with her.  It wasn't entirely uncommon for werewolves to be like that, but Will was always more active in his intents than most.  Nora had pushed the last part of his wishes, the family part, off for as long as she could.<br/><br/>In the end, their relationship became her greatest regret and eventually one of the reasons she left the Syndicate. They had been tracking a demon together and while battling the underlings of the beast, William got caught up by them.  Nora was fighting as well, but she was at a distance from him, which meant she had to watch as they tore the man she loved limb from limb.  She barely managed to escape with her life, and when she returned to the Syndicate, something in her had changed. She would never be the earnest force he had been and for a time she tried to enact the sort of good he saw in the world through her work with the Syndicate...But it just wasn't possible.<br/><br/>"I think we're fine here.  And I'll make the introductions, but I don't work for your organization anymore, which I'm certain you know." Her gaze narrowed on Remy, pushing back against whatever suggestion he was trying to make with that statement.  Protecting Lane against his organization was the exact reason for her presence here.<br/><br/>"Remy is here because sleeping with James Sinclair put you on the Syndicate's radar.  They're worried about your sudden influx of power and his influence, if I can hazard a guess.  I'd also assume they would like to recruit you, which is going to sound all well and dandy at first, but you gotta remember that quote, Laney," Nora lifted her eyes to gaze at Remy as she spoke, "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster."  Nora wasn't just throwing that phrase at Remy.  She worried, often, that she embodied it herself.  Killing things, even dark things, took small pieces of your soul from you.  She did not want Lane to end up on that kind of path.  Lane was like William, good down to her core.  Nora had no intention of seeing that valliance corrupted or used.