It was a damn good thing that Lydia picked up on Morgan’s irritation at her lack of drinking and ordered Darcy to get her a second one. In the meantime, the Enforcer was trying to pick up her jaw from the table. Lydia was asking the near impossible of her: to go into<i>Carpe Noctem</i>territory,<i>unarmed</i>, as nothing more than a vampire’s<i>pet</i>. Lydia could have told her to run in there naked and guns blazing and it would have meant the same thing. It was suicide for all humans to enter that kind of dangerous area, no matter how trained or well-armed they were. Vampires were a force to be reckoned with, and she was being asked to go in almost alone. She was going to have to put all her trust and faith in Lydia that the vampire woman would protect her if it came down to a fight.<br/><br/>Instead of answering immediately – and realizing she was spared from doing so as Lydia engaged Darcy – Morgan brought the glass to her lips and took a long,<i>long</i>sip of the whiskey. She let the burning soothe her in a way few things could, trying to wash away the thought of traveling into such nasty territory. The worst part about the whole thing was that Morgan couldn’t think of any other way around it. Adrian wasn’t going to come to them with information, and they couldn’t force it out of him. They had to form a truce with a vampire that wanted little more than to take all the blood he could from whoever he desired.<br/><br/>Morgan shuddered at the thought, steely eyes drifting to Izzy as Lydia addressed the other Enforcer. She had remained quiet while Morgan and Lydia had spoken, but Izzy didn’t seem like the type to sleep on the job. She had been angled away from them during the duration of their conversation, dark eyes focused on everyone else. She had been shooting glances at the two male vampires who seemed a little<i>too</i>interested in the females gathering at the table. They had been watching and talking before, but one’s gaze kept lingering on the three females. Perhaps it was the fact that the club owner was sitting with not one but two humans that was catching their attention, but Izzy didn’t put much faith in that kind of thing.<br/><br/>“Nothing yet… bit hard to hear in here,” she admitted, but her ears weren’t the only tools she had. Her brown eyes turned toward Lydia and Morgan, and she was giving just a hint of a sultry smile. “There are a few vampires here that I think I’ll talk to… it can’t hurt.” It was a lie; it could hurt if she pissed them off, but from the Commander’s description of Izzy, Morgan knew that she could handle herself. No one went undercover at the Silver Steed unless they were masters in their craft. Izzy wasn’t that old, but who knew what kind of things she’d been through to want to go undercover in a club full of powerful, wealthy men who did as they wished.<br/><br/>“Be careful.” Morgan found the words slipping out of her mouth before she could stop them, but Izzy only shook her head, that careful smile still balanced on her full lips.<br/><br/>“I’ve got this, Rainlan. I know what I’m doing. You worry about this other business… sounds a lot more dangerous than what I’ve got.” She stood tall despite her shorter frame, dress flowing around her knees. “These vampires must have sweet tooths, since they can’t seem to resist this chocolate.” She winked at Morgan, who blinked at the casual innuendo, before she sauntered off, using every bit of her body to drag more pairs of eyes on her when she made it to the bar. In the dim lighting, Morgan could see her starting to talk to the vampires, easing them into gentle conversation.<br/><br/><i>Damn, she really is good.</i><br/><br/>With a huff, Morgan turned back to Lydia. “Alright… say we follow through with this crazy plan. Do I need to… do anything to prepare or…?” Morgan knew next to nothing of any rituals or ceremonies vampires did to talk to other vampires, because it didn’t seem like communication was their strong suit. They had informants, not sit down conversations like they were having now. “You’re not<i>actually</i>going to do anything to me, right?” The question was accompanied by a sip of her whiskey, because some part of her wasn’t sure she would mind whatever Lydia had to do to prepare. Still, she didn’t like the idea of posing as a human pet, even for a little while. And the Commander would have her ass if he knew she had engaged in some vampiric voodoo.