Morgan did<i>not </i>miss the show of sharp teeth as Lydia smiled, amused by her question. In the dim lighting of the club, her fangs were as white as snow, though it wasn't a direct contrast to her skin. Morgan didn't think there was anything funny about the situation<i>or </i>her inquiry, but she supposed that Lydia was knowledgeable enough to know that what she asked was silly. Still, she needed to know how to combat whatever might affect her when Lydia bit her. She had never personally talked to any vampires before she'd gotten involved in this case, nor had she ever really made a point to. That lack of knowledge was coming back to bite her, but now, she was being given a chance to learn.<br/><br/>Damn her for being forced to leave her notebook behind.<br/><br/>Once Lydia had gotten over her chuckle, she started to describe what a<i>real </i>vampire bite would entail. Blood rushed to Morgan's cheeks, though Lydia didn't go into too much detail. She didn't need to. Morgan could imagine the sensual grasp a vampire had on their willing victim, mouth grazing tender skin before they bit down, hard or soft, depending on what their victim was into. It was a strange yet tantalizing thought, but this was business.<i>Just business, </i>she reminded herself, digging her fingernails into the top of her thigh. Whatever pleasure Lydia may or may not derive from their future plan was up to her, and it wasn't going to have any effect on Morgan's behavior toward it. She was going to treat this as a necessary evil, even as that thought was getting hard to convince herself of.<br/><br/>As Lydia declared that she would only draw enough blood to do the deed, Morgan sighed out in a tiny huff of relief. She certainly couldn't afford to be woozy when meeting with Adrian, whether or not she was going to be doing any talking. Lydia was far more familiar with the vampire man than she was, and she didn't want to give him any kind of leverage, more than he already had over them. She'd have to go without visible firearms, and wearing the Enforcer coat seemed like a bad idea. Drawing unwanted attention would only hurt them in the long run.<br/><br/><i>"I promise it won't be as bad as you think." </i><br/><br/>Morgan didn't believe her right away. They were risking so much just to<i>possibly </i>get the help of a man who cared nothing for them, and said risks involved Morgan getting in deep with a vampire who she<i>kinda </i>had the hots for. But she was going to have to extend her trust one way or another, and if Enforcer and vampire couldn't trust each other for protection by the time they navigated into Carpe Noctem territory, their chances of survival would go way down.<br/><br/>"I hope you're right," she said, "because I'm trust that this is going to work out at least a little bit. Anything is better than where we're at right now. The only thing we know for sure is that our killer hasn't sprung up in the past few days... so let's hope he stays down for a while so we can figure this shit out." They had to find out something fast, or they'd be chasing their killer blind.