Lydia stopped the tapping of her fingers on the desk and sighed. This situation was far too tiresome for her already, and the Enforcer hadn't even arrived yet. She stood from her chair, turned to the shelves behind her desk, and crouched to retrieve a bottle of wine; she would need several drinks by the end of the night. She could feel it. Although vampire blood didn't absorb substances as readily as human blood, vampires could still become intoxicated, as long as they drank enough. She poured herself another glass. Maybe she'd have to pay a visit to the bar downstairs.<br/><br/>Once Lydia returned to her seat, resting the open bottle on the floor by the leg of her chair, it was only a matter of seconds before the bouncer returned with the officer. Lydia leaned back further into the chair, legs crossed and glass-in-hand, and rested her chin in her other hand, her body language displaying her boredom. The door swung open, and Lydia looked up as the Enforcer entered. The poor woman was drenched from head to toe. Lydia sighed, waving a dismissive hand at the bouncer in a sign to leave them. He closed the door behind the Enforcer.<br/><i><br/>
"I'm not here to cause you trouble, ma'am. I just want to know if you're aware of the murder that occurred not far from here."</i><br/><br/>Lydia bit her tongue to keep herself from groaning. Adrian wasn't full of shit, so it seemed, which was bad. The murders really were seeping over into Coven territory. His perfect timing made her suspicious, too, as if he had wanted to bombard her with this issue all at once. Maybe this whole 'rogue vampire' situation was just a story Adrian made up so he could frame her. Then again...that seemed too petty, even for Adrian.<br/><br/>At least the officer seemed to know her place, Lydia thought to herself; she hadn't come in making demands, so hopefully the whole ordeal would blow over before the vampire lost any more of her paper-thin patience. She gave the woman a once-over, pleased to see that she had given up her weapons, too. Lydia locked eyes with Morgan before she responded, "No, I wasn't aware, until now." The vampire paused to sip from her glass before she leaned forward and threaded her fingers together. She spoke smoothly and calmly, maintaining a healthy amount of control over the situation, though she was the one being confronted. "You<i>do</i>know what this place is, don't you? We have a zero-tolerance policy for vampires who make messes. As far as I'm concerned, if it was one of my patrons who left the body, I'm just as curious to find out their identity so I can deal with them myself." Anyone who dirtied the Coven reputation was subject to strict punishment: to be defanged and excommunicated, a fate considered worse than death by any proud vampire.<br/><br/>"That said, you're going to have to be more specific than 'young woman, dark hair' - a lot of my human patrons fit that description. Coven vampires find our...<i>blood donors</i>here, anyway," she continued, careful not to use the term "food" lest she set the Enforcer off. "If the vampire was one of my patrons, chances are the human was, too. Identify her, and then come talk to me. Otherwise, I have nothing to do with this." She waved another dismissive hand. "You'd be better off sniffing around in Carpe Noctem territory, even if the kill happened around here." Lydia seldom resisted the chance to take jabs at Adrian, even when he wasn't around.