Morgan nodded, watching Lydia seemingly become interested in her less-than-stellar approach to getting into Enforcer training. She didn't mention how the Commander had found out after her three year training, or how he had subtly punished her by making sure she had the more mundane tasks. She was still working that off by helping Lukann in the archives or patrolling the shadier parts of town. Eventually, she would prove that she was just as good as the rest of the officers, even if she was younger than she was supposed to be. Lydia had perked her head up, even going as far as to... compliment her.<br/><br/>Now that was unexpected. It wasn't as if forging her way into the Enforcers was something to<i>brag </i>about. She could have been kicked off the force or even ostracized for such a move. Her family would have gone under scrutiny and her name would have been tarnished. If it hadn't been for the Commander's approval, she could have damaged everything her parents had worked for. She'd come to terms that she'd put them in serious social danger only a year and a half ago, and sometimes it was still hard to deal with. She had certainly never been praised for such an action.<br/><br/>It felt good, if she was being silently honest with herself. It was hard to be appreciated when the other Enforcers took the glory while she worked in the background. She didn't mind the work, but a little recognition never killed anyone, right?<br/><br/>"I-I suppose it is," she said, her tongue suddenly tying knots in her mouth.<i>It was </i>one<i>compliment. Don't get ahead of yourself, </i>she scolded her inner self, biting her lower lip and glancing down at her paper. Once again, she'd made an ink blot by pushing the pen too hard against the paper. She hadn't even realized that the pen had come to rest on top of her notebook. Busying her hands, she flipped the pen around and snapped the cap on hard.<br/><br/>"And what?" she questioned as Lydia leaned forward, prompting Morgan to settle back in her chair. There was an entire desk and a foot of empty space beyond that separating the Enforcer from the vampire, but Morgan felt the need to widen her personal bubble of space.<br/><br/>"Satisfied?" she repeated.<i>Entertained? </i>Well, there was a myriad of ways she could answer that. Physically, she was drained from the work she was doing. Mentally, she was a little woozy from the booze. The... more<i>intimate </i>things she could think of had been less than satisfactory as of late. It wasn't like she went around sleeping with random men, though she knew she was capable of such things with enough alcohol in her system. She wasn't even sure it had to be a man at that point.<br/><br/>But such things were better left when she was<i>alone </i>and not sitting with a vampire who seemed to be enjoying this entire scenario. "...Yes," she finally said, though she lacked the confidence she was hoping to exude. "I like where I am, and I've worked hard to get there." She pushed the pen in between the open pages, praying to any god that enough time had passed so she could talk to Darcy.<br/><br/>"Is your bartender finished?" she asked, hoping not to sound rude. The last thing she needed was a pissed off vampire while she had no weapons... or a clear head for that matter.