Perhaps thankfully, Morgan missed the initial long stare trailing over her skin, choosing to inspect her other arm like it held the solution to her problems. It didn't, but some part of her had hoped for it. Instead, all she was left with was a sleeve that was just a little loose on her arm and a hand with a few stray freckles on the back of it. She bit back a sigh, trying not to dwell on the many possibilities of the future. Lydia was doing what she could to ensure their meeting went smoothly, but Morgan couldn't help the creeping dread trying to settle over her. This wasn't a human affair. This killer was some kind of vampire, and it should have been their duty to take it out. The fact that humans had been killed though... it complicated things.<br/><br/>But they had to keep it under wraps, just like they were with this meeting.<br/><br/>Lydia's motion near her made Morgan look up, but she didn't have to bend her neck too far, for the vampire was kneeling next to the chair. Her hand stretched out, taking Morgan's wrist. Her hand was cold, and Morgan nearly jerked back at the drastic change in temperature. However, Lydia's touch was soft rather than invasive, and Morgan willed her muscles to relax. Once she got over the cool fingers skimming over her skin, she realized that the touch wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it almost tickled a little bit. In this single moment, Lydia was being gentler than Morgan thought her capable. She didn't think<i>any </i>vampire could be so tender. She was seeing a side of them she had never expected, but that was a good thing. It made them more human, something she could understand.<br/><br/>Her gray gaze flickered to the brush as Lydia dipped the bristles into the ink, tapping the side to let the excess roll off. As the brush made contact with her skin, Morgan sucked in a breath to hold back the reactive laughter threatening to burst forth. The tickling sensation she had felt only seconds ago had been amplified by the brush swirling along her arm into the base shape of Lydia's crest. Her teeth clamped down on the inside of her cheek, exhaling slowly so she didn't give Lydia a hard time with painting the symbol. One screw up and they'd have to start again, and Morgan didn't think she could endure this forever, not with Lydia's finger brushing near the inside of her elbow every time a drip slid into the wrong place.<br/><br/>"What?" was her instinctive reaction. "I-I mean... yeah, of course."<i>Idiot, </i>she thought. It wouldn't do any good for the ink to be able to be rubbed off with just a few scrubs. If one of Adrian's lackeys grabbed her and the ink smudged, they were in for a world of trouble. It was all or nothing, just like their entire mission.<br/><br/>Thank the gods her Enforcer coat was long sleeved and that she was forced to wear it all the time. It would hide all evidence of her involvement in this scheme.<br/><br/>Trying to distract herself, Morgan eyed Lydia's handiwork, marveling at how easily she grasped the brush and applied careful strokes to paint the symbol. "You seem well practiced with that," she said, gesturing at the brush with her free hand. "Do you paint?" It was a question friends might ask each other, but the Enforcer and the vampire were far from that. Cordial, yes; friendly... not so much, but it was better that way. Morgan didn't need to silently lust after Lydia any more than she already had, and<i>that </i>had been the alcohol. At least, she was pretty sure it had been the alcohol.