"I see," she mused as Morgan told her she rarely left the city. That didn't surprise Lydia. From what she'd seen, people - especially the human population - tended to stick to one place. Those who moved around often seldom did it for reasons other than family or business, and even then, those among them were odd characters, such as Paris. The fact of the matter was, the people in each city were accustomed to their own particular brands of strangeness. Humans in Onyxport would have quite some difficulty finding comfort in Archelm, where werewolves were another beast entirely in comparison to vampires. Vampires didn't like to travel there either, as it almost guaranteed a fight.<br/><br/>Lydia shrugged her shoulders at Morgan's desire to hold off on the wine and placed the bottle back on the desk. Sometimes she forgot how fragile humans could be; compared to vampires, it didn't take much to get them tipsy. It was entertaining, really. She couldn't keep her smirk from widening. This was<i>bad </i>- it would be too easy to toy with the Enforcer if she so pleased.<i>No. </i>Lydia had to remind herself of that very fact - this was an<i>Enforcer</i>sitting in front of her, and she certainly didn't need anymore trouble on her hands with the disastrous situation that was already there. "Whiskey, hm?" Lydia despised the taste - nothing subtle about it - but something amused her about the thought of Morgan, with her smaller figure and innocent freckles, drinking something as harsh as whiskey, and it showed in her voice. "Plenty of that here, too, for the human guests."<br/><br/>After topping off her own glass, Lydia walked around her desk and sat. They'd be there for a while, so there was no use in standing the entire time. She pulled the chair closer to the desk so she could lean her chin on her hand, propped up by her elbow.<br/><br/><i>"I know we've already spoken to Alex about this, but did you see anything strange? Did you even see the killer? Even if it was just the direction he ran in, it might give us something to go on."</i><br/><br/>"Oh?" The question made her raise an eyebrow. Lydia hadn't realized how distracted she'd been from the task at hand until that moment. Then again, she wasn't exactly used to having investigations get in the way of her love of teasing. "I saw the killer, briefly, yes," she replied, sighing. "Alex's description covered it, as far as I can tell. He dropped her body when he noticed us-,"<i>us.</i>She realized too late that she'd let it slip that she was with someone.<i>Dammit</i>. So much for keeping Paris out of this. "Oh, I was walking with a business partner of mine - he's in charge of my dealings with the tengu - at the time," she added, waving a dismissive hand to glide over her mistake. "He took off after our little pest, heading...west of the port, if I remember correctly. Vampire chases are rather flashy, I'm afraid, so there's no telling where they went."<br/><br/>Lydia still left out the part about the note. At this point, she realized it would be a good idea to let Morgan know about it, but she was reluctant to take a chance at betraying Paris's privacy. It was time to switch the focus of the conversation. "Hopefully, Darcy will know something more about the Petrini girl and we can deduce more from there." Lydia traced her finger around the rim of the glass and tilted her head the slightest bit. She redirected her interest towards Morgan, making unwavering eye contact, hoping it'd take her mind off of the whole situation, at least for a moment. "So...tell me, Morgan...what is it that made you want to be an Enforcer?"