Lydia's eyes idly followed Morgan's finger as it traveled along the rim of the glass. "Yes, it'd be nice to figure out what happened to him," she said, regarding Paris. "But I'm afraid he's quite an elusive man. He told me he'd 'stay in touch' in case he discovered something ... but I have a feeling that means I'll have to wait for him to contact<i>me.</i>"<br/><br/>She turned her attention to Izzy briefly as she spoke, then nodded in agreement. Whatever the symbol represented could give them a clue to track their target. Even if the symbol was just a glorified name tag, it gave them something to look out for, at the very least.<br/><br/>Lydia took another sip from her glass. She noted -- quite pleased -- that Morgan seemed to be enjoying her drink. Maybe a little too much, given how eager her sips were. Needless to say she was happy that drinking was a part of this job. It did, however, make it tough to stay in one state, mentally, leaving her stuck somewhere between work and play. She found it difficult -- to her chagrin -- to tear her eyes away from the Enforcer. There was something so charming about the color of human skin, its warmth and liveliness, about the slight flush that appeared on their faces when they drank too much.<br/><i><br/>
"You're not aware of any more attacks on your territory or anywhere else, right?"</i><br/><br/>That snapped her out of her trance.<i>Shit.</i>She hadn't even thought about Adrian and his visit over the past few days. After he gave her his warning taunts, she'd hoped she wouldn't have to see or hear from him anytime soon. The second time she'd met with Morgan, she'd briefly mentioned him, but it was hardly anything more than a passing comment. Seemed like forgetting him was no longer an option. Lydia let out a long sigh.<br/><br/>"No, nothing else has happened on my land. It's been thankfully quiet around here. But ... on Carpe Noctem lands, I can't be sure."<br/><br/>Darcy had wandered off for a few moments, but came back as Lydia began to explain.<br/><br/>"Remember, the other night, when I mentioned Adrian Blackwell? He came to the Coven shortly before you arrived," she said, reviewing the events. "He told me that bodies had turned up on his land, apparently not the work of<i>his</i>brood." Lydia gave a light scoff at the thought. It hardly made a difference<i>who</i>did the killing around Carpe Noctem. "He said he assigned the 'clean up' job to his<i>sheep</i>, so it's likely there's no evidence we could uncover without consulting him. Originally, he expected me to do his dirty work and help him track this 'rogue vampire' down. I, naturally, told him to fuck off."<br/><br/>Another sip. "That night, I immediately assumed he was full of shit, coming to me with false information to ruffle my feathers -- told you we don't get along -- but that was before you came by. Guess he was right."<br/><br/>"Lydia ... you know you can't trust that filth," Darcy chimed in, "I wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing was staged by him."<br/><br/>Lydia snickered. "Oh, I don't trust him for a second. But I<i>do</i>trust his ... interesting sense of humor. If he wanted to harass me, he'd be much less straightforward and much more extravagant." Unfortunately, she'd already had the pleasure of experiencing that firsthand.<br/><br/>"Morgan ... I hate to say it, but we're going to have to seek answers from him, since we keep hitting dead ends. But we're going to have to be discreet about it. For me, entering Noctem territory is more than enough to set the whole area on edge. For you, as a human -- an unclaimed human, at least -- might as well be suicide. And not only that; if we ask him for anything, he'll be expecting something in return, and it won't be fun, whatever it is."<br/><br/>It was almost funny; under normal circumstances, she would tear Adrian a new one if he even tried to bargain with her. But for the sake of protecting her reputation ... not even she was sure what level she'd stoop to.