Lydia nodded at Izzy's comment. With so much going on, picking out specific conversations was a hefty task, perhaps even more so for human ears. She sighed. She'd have to get better at accommodating human needs. They communicated differently, experienced life differently, based their actions on different morals; it was only natural that they'd have different preferred methods of espionage, not having the reliance on vampiric senses. At least she got it right with the whiskey; at this rate, it wouldn't be long before she'd be telling Darcy to bring more.<br/><br/>Lydia's eyes trailed over, following Izzy's line of sight at the mention of other vampires. "Knock yourself out," she replied. She sipped from her glass to hide the smirk that threatened to cross her features. The men who sat at the bar, glancing in their direction, had taken a liking to the Enforcer. That was plain to see, and no surprise considering Izzy's looks. Whether or not their<i>interests </i>would yield useful information or just be fun for Izzy was another question altogether. Morgan seemed worried about her partner, but Izzy's confidence told Lydia the worry was unwarranted. There was even more proof of that once she settled into conversation with the two males. Maybe she had done this before.<br/><br/>A helpful pursuit or not, Izzy was smart to break off from their group. Lydia and Morgan had other matters to discuss, anyway, and the other Enforcer would be able to detect much more while mobile. "Hmm," was all she said before turning back to Morgan, who undoubtedly had a sizable list of other things she'd rather talk about.<br/><br/>"Morgan, relax. You won't even have to leave your weapons behind." Lydia offered a smile. She knew that Morgan was hoping her answer to that last question would be "yes", but that wasn't exactly the case. Lydia had an idea ... but she'd have to ease into it. If she was lucky, Morgan would be drunk enough to agree. "Allow me to explain. A long time ago it was quite common for vampires to claim humans as their own, sometimes entire harems of them. It was a way to render the hunting process obsolete; most members of the vampire bourgeoisie preferred to have a handful of steady sources of blood rather than find a new one every other night, but I digress. The important part about all of this is that under vampiric law, harming or feeding from a claimed human is punishable by defanging -- a fate worse than death, by our standards. This was, of course, several decades ago, before Onyxport had a powerful enough human law enforcement system to outlaw such relationships.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I shouldn't be telling this to an Enforcer," she teased, "but a good number of vampires take human laws with a grain of salt. 'It isn't illegal if you don't get caught', or so they say. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few vampires around the city who've still claimed humans as their own. But then again, those few humans could've been willing subjects. Anything goes, nowadays." The Coven's success was proof of that; the times had changed. There were enough people willing to mingle with vampires that all the hunting and killing and claiming rituals were unnecessary with a bit a of patience. Lydia preferred it that way. "Vampiric law, on the other hand .... We respect vampiric law. We fear it. No self-respecting vampire wants to find themselves facing the Council. Even Adrian stays within those boundaries unless he can find a loophole, which is rare." That's what they were betting on for this plan to work; fear of the law.<br/><br/>"With that said ... claiming a human typically involves branding, or tattooing them with your family crest, typically on the forearm. That can be faked, cosmetically. But ...  a fake tattoo isn't enough; that's only for verification in case someone asks questions. In order for this to work, they'd have to sense me on you." Lydia finished the contents of her glass in one last sip before she continued. Morgan really wasn't going to like this, but regardless, Lydia looked her in the eye. "To be blunt, I'll have to bite you. The wound would go away over time, of course, and I'll only do it if you agree, but ... if not, we'll have to find another way to find out what Adrian knows."<br/><br/>For both of their sakes, Lydia hoped Morgan would agree so they could get it over with. Not that she had any objections to sinking her fangs into the young Enforcer, though. She bit the inside of her lip softly.<i>That isn't what this is for, Lydia.</i>