Lydia turned her attention to the front door at the sound of knuckles against wood.<i>Morgan.</i>The Enforcer was on time. She hoped Morgan had come prepared, mentally; this time, there wouldn't be the warm buzz of alcohol to gloss over the uncertainty of the night. Truth be told, Lydia couldn't say she was prepared, herself. The more she dwelt on it, the more she wondered if she had just set them up for crippling failure.<br/><br/>The promise of Morgan's blood was only a small consolation, as she'd merely be teasing herself with the taste of it, which had the potential to make matters worse, creating one more thing to nag at the back of her mind. Lydia had no trouble admitting that Morgan was an attractive girl and that she'd enjoyed getting under her skin the other night, but those truths weren't the problem. It would, however, be a problem if biting Morgan made Lydia<i>want</i>her. She wasn't so juvenile that she wouldn't be able to control herself, but control wasn't the issue. If she wanted someone ... it was a matter of<i>when,</i>not<i>if</i>. Unfortunately, in the case of this mystery, intimate entanglements could spell unnecessary complications.<br/><br/>But what kind of vampire was she, worrying herself about professionalism with a human?<br/><br/>She stood and gave the bottom edge of her vest a tug, smoothing out the few creases that'd formed. In the event that their plan went wrong, Lydia refrained from wearing anything that would get in her way. She opted out of any skirts or dresses, wearing a simple white blouse under her vest and a pair of dark grey pants, tucked into her boots. A leather belt peeked out from underneath the vest. Hopefully, the night wouldn't end with her getting her hands dirty. She'd concealed a steel dagger on the inside of her vest. It was<i>something</i>, though not as effective as silver; wearing silver so close to her own body would cause unwanted discomfort.<br/><br/>Lydia walked to the front door, which stood proudly at the end of the hallway, facing the staircase leading to the second floor. She reached for the knob and opened the door, stepping back rather than staying in the dwindling sunlight. "Hello, Morgan." She greeted Morgan with a smile, but not without looking over her full form. She wasn't wearing anything that would make her a target in Carpe Noctem, which was good ... but the skin left bare by her shirt made an enticing target to Lydia. Morgan's skin glowed as the warm rays of light poured over her figure, and Lydia was already imagining how soft it'd feel beneath her lips. Admittedly, she was eager to learn the accuracy of that thought. She exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment. It'd be best to have this go as quickly as possible. "Please, come inside. Have a seat."<br/><br/>She led Morgan to the living room, where a couch and two chairs sat on either side of a mahogany coffee table, where she'd left the black ink and the brushes. After Morgan sat, she turned to face her. "Let's get this crest on you. Get the hard part out of the way first," she teased. "Just roll up your sleeve for me."<br/><br/>The time had come to see what deeper level of shit they would get themselves into. "I hope you're ready, Morgan."