Lydia watched as Morgan removed her coat.<i>Oh, this is amusing.</i>It seemed like she would stay, after all. Something about seeing Morgan without the Enforcer getup was so odd, but in the most entertaining way. Lydia herself felt lighter without her signature cloak, but she was still clad almost head-to-toe in black, save for the white blouse that peeked out from under her fitted vest. It wasn't like Lydia had seen Morgan enough to have a solid image in her head of what she always looked like, but the human embodied her Enforcer status so perfectly that she might as well have been a different person without the coat. The simple black shirt gave more of her figure away, and Lydia eyed her over. Without it, she looked so normal. So<i>vulnerable.</i>Really, she had an attractive quality to her, and perhaps, Lydia thought, if "Enforcer" were one of the items on her lists of turn-ons, her intentions with Morgan would be different. Her eyes lingered, for a moment, at Morgan's neck-<br/><i><br/>
“I’ll look into it. I can’t guarantee what I’ll find, but I know that there’s information on all the large vampire groups.”</i><br/><br/>-and then veered back up to her face. "Excellent," Lydia said, nodding. What she was really hoping for was some sort of way to back Adrian into a corner. She remembered the way he'd spoken to her the other night, his parting words - he<i>knew</i>she'd need his help. Truthfully, he would need her help if he wanted to stop the killer, but she knew that he had much less at stake than she did. Adrian's image could be as dirty as he pleased. Hers, on the other hand, was a different story. Lydia had already - to some extent - come to terms with the fact that she had to humble herself to work with a human, but she'd be damned if she had to humble herself to ask for<i>his </i>assistance.<br/><br/>Lydia swirled her wine around in her glass as Morgan spoke, reassuring her about controlling the situation. "Hmm," was her only response, and she raised an eyebrow before taking a sip. She said she'd keep a city-wide panic from spreading, and that she was concerned with keeping vampires safe, but Lydia would be the judge of that. Needless to say, she was skeptical; even if Morgan only told her superior, there was no way of knowing what the leader of the Enforcers would do with the knowledge. So far, it seemed like Morgan was competent, but that was the only credit Lydia would give her. No...that was harsh. Morgan seemed like she'd be more useful than just 'competent.'<br/><br/>Lydia set her glass on the desk and folded her arms over her chest. Her skeptical look had vanished, replaced by that typical smirk of hers, as she watched Morgan down the contents of her own glass. There it was again - the amusement. She chuckled. "You like the wine, hmm? It's imported from Plumere." She lifted the original bottle and rotated it in her hand. It wasn't that she needed to read the label, but she enjoyed just...possessing what was hers. "Ever meet a Tengu? They're a very...<i>proud</i>race. Odd as they seem, they certainly have more class than werewolves." She scoffed a little at the mention of the lycans.<br/><br/>"Anyway, most of our stock is imported. Which reminds me; a shipment should be arriving here soon." Lydia thought about Paris again and mentally fought to kick the memory of the note aside, to cram it down and save it for later. Besides, there was more importance in Lydia's focus on drawing as much use out of Morgan as possible, and now that she was staying for the next hour, Lydia's odds of success were increasing. "Flavored wines, this time. You can try them, if you'd like, once they come in." That, of course, implied Morgan would have to come back. "Off the record," she added. "But for now...care for another glass?" She gestured with the bottle and took a step towards her. Lydia didn't need to be getting an Enforcer drunk in her office, but they had an entire hour to kill, and Lydia had no patience for waiting in awkward silence.